Was so thrilled to turn the blanket from the snow into the sky earlier, but can’t get this picture from my mind…
We are the baloney between the bread of earth and lettuce sky.
Heh-heh-heh.
Was so thrilled to turn the blanket from the snow into the sky earlier, but can’t get this picture from my mind…
We are the baloney between the bread of earth and lettuce sky.
Heh-heh-heh.
You are a very odd, er, unique woman. Not a metaphor for anything. But isn’t it nice to know you’re you?
Odd is okay, odd is good. As a matter of fact, I still practice odd sometimes late at night, just to keep it fresh.
“I still practice odd sometimes late at night, just to keep it fresh.”
Is it just me, or did that sound kind of dirty? }:Þ
It’s you. I said odd, not kinky, though I …