encouragement--that's what's called for here boys--effort is all I've got to give and so far the snickers have outweighed the applause--I know this is not a dating website but men have a tendency to go where there is safety in numbers--so as you hide behind each other I had a bonfire last night and burned the white flag!
I'm not burning my coconut bra and grass skirt! draft cards, library cards, and "points" cards don't create btu's and the satanic albums were burnt when I got into tribal rhythms...
Somehow I have Todd Rungren's "Bang The Drum All Day" stuck in my head. Do tribal rhythms require war paint and loin cloths?
the paint and loins are only part of the sacrificial ceremony now held infrequently--bondage is the third component...
Bondage, the only part of that I want is my Polident. Nothing more embarrassing than losing my full set of teeth eating corn...
still headed down the yellow brick road toward the emerald city to see the wizard in hopes he can materialize the prize of which I seek--or will it take me a couple vodka and tonics to get me on my feet again? the invite remains--party at my place all I need are the candidates...
consultation is not free--I go throwing around my secrets to independent wealth building and i'll be in the bread line like a common worker--I thought my intelligence, looks and general bearing, my sense of humor, my outlook on life and of course my stacks would improve your "situation"--but there I go selling things again...
For Sale--Wanted --No Longer Available--I'm still waiting to post the NLA listing so that means your road trip can end under my pergola--Stihl looking is stihl true...let me show you how to "walk this way"...
true confessions time--I never quite "got" higher math--when they started mixing letters with the numbers I didn't get it--I was in college algebra sat right in front never missed a class and was only able to get a "C"--and my art studies suffered--so I recognize pie but the numbers are what? satellite positioning? and SE of me is Pittsburg--must have sense of direction and cherry pie...