Don't ever kid about the how much would you pay kookaburra hole. It shows the ice cube side of you unless you answer "don't even go there". That's not smartass for too sensitive to answer but more like after giving in, the blend added strength to the bond. The ultimate act of contrition is missing the gift of angelic cohab.

Today's boost is from the free hand of done that so the show is ready for pork and 'grass has all the ass but the feta crash-hots are the convincers that this is no comb-over.

Under the veneer the scared boy contributes that sacred calm because he can. Chasing phantoms never yielded anything worthwhile plus all those sleepless nights. Preliminary vibes are good right now and suddenly the phone turns the vibes into exaltation. Unto those who love comes the grande fulfillment.