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LoL...What you don't have the special decoder ring either??...methinks you have to live under a rock to qualify...! :laughing:
Wits and Bits Of Nothingness, Volume Three
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LoL...What you don't have the special decoder ring either??...methinks you have to live under a rock to qualify...! :laughing:
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Or...just blame it on "Grammatical Pedantry Syndrome"...!
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The woman entered the room, and with a knowing smile teasing her full lips, she sank into the comfort of the plush chair in the corner. The handsome stranger turned, having sensed her approach. Locking his steely gray eyes on hers, he moved slowly toward her, his experienced gaze measuring her, hypnotizing her with his soft murmurs of assurance. He sank to his knees before her and without a word, smoothly released her from her constraining attire. With a sigh of surrender, she allowed his foreign hands to unleash her bare flesh. He expertly guided his hands through this tender, often hidden territory, his movements deliberate, confident in his ability to satisfy her every need. Her senses swam. She was overcome with an aching desire that had gone unfulfilled for so long. And, just as it seemed that ecstasy was within her grasp, he paused, and for one heart-stopping moment, she thought, "It's too big!.....it will never fit!" Then, with a sudden rush, it slid into place as if it had been made only for her. As pleasure and contentment washed over her, she met his steady gaze, tears of gratitude shining in her eyes. And he knew it wouldn't be long before she returned. Oh, yes, this woman would want more. She would want to do it again and again and again.
Because she loves shopping for shoes....
(Eat your heart out Al Bundy)
Because she loves shopping for shoes....
(Eat your heart out Al Bundy)
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It was post war Australia; a young man was driving his car through a remote desert area when the engine stalled. He was miles from any town; stranded, he began to contemplate his chances of walking out on his own when he saw a plume of dust in the distance. As it drew nearer, he could see that it was a chauffer driven limousine. The limousine pulled up beside the young man and the chauffer motioned for him to get in.
“Bring your things” said the driver, “the Master will send for your car later”.
The chauffer drove the young man to a magnificent mansion; oddly and strangely located in such a remote desert area.
“Come up to the house” directed the chauffer, “I will introduce you to the Master”, which he did. The Master was a middle aged, very distinguished gentleman, well dressed and very formal.
“We have prepared a room for you; dinner will be at seven…please be prompt. We also dress for dinner; the closet I believe will be sufficient for your needs”.
The young man did as he was told; and went down to dinner promptly at seven. He was introduced to the Lady of the house and her beautiful daughter. In fact, they were both incredibly beautiful and looked enough alike to be twins. The dinner and conversation were both pleasant, and the young man went up to his room and retired. In about an hour or so, he was awakened by a knock at his door. He opened the door and was greeted by a young woman…who immediately said, in a quiet voice, “Please, don’t turn on the lights”. She eased into his bed, and they proceeded to get much better acquainted.
He was puzzled, however, as to whether it was the mother or the daughter that he had entertained; however, he was sure that at breakfast he would be able to determine which it was. Much to his surprise, neither gave even the slightest hint, and again that night at dinner, he was still undecided which lady it was.
That night, and again for a third night, the same scene; a knock at the door, and the same admonishment: “Please, don’t turn on the lights”. And again, they became better acquainted. And true to the previous days’ events, he was not offered even the slightest hint as to the identity of the lady he had so eagerly entertained.
The next morning at breakfast, the Master told the young man that his car was ready, serviced and filled with gasoline and that he could be on his way. He thanked the Master; gathered his things and proceeded out to his car, followed by the Master. Having said their goodbyes, the Master turned to the young man, and said:
“I suppose you are wondering why we live in this style so far from any other human habitation. I believe you have the right to know, so I will tell you. You see, we have another daughter, and she has leprosy”.
“Bring your things” said the driver, “the Master will send for your car later”.
The chauffer drove the young man to a magnificent mansion; oddly and strangely located in such a remote desert area.
“Come up to the house” directed the chauffer, “I will introduce you to the Master”, which he did. The Master was a middle aged, very distinguished gentleman, well dressed and very formal.
“We have prepared a room for you; dinner will be at seven…please be prompt. We also dress for dinner; the closet I believe will be sufficient for your needs”.
The young man did as he was told; and went down to dinner promptly at seven. He was introduced to the Lady of the house and her beautiful daughter. In fact, they were both incredibly beautiful and looked enough alike to be twins. The dinner and conversation were both pleasant, and the young man went up to his room and retired. In about an hour or so, he was awakened by a knock at his door. He opened the door and was greeted by a young woman…who immediately said, in a quiet voice, “Please, don’t turn on the lights”. She eased into his bed, and they proceeded to get much better acquainted.
He was puzzled, however, as to whether it was the mother or the daughter that he had entertained; however, he was sure that at breakfast he would be able to determine which it was. Much to his surprise, neither gave even the slightest hint, and again that night at dinner, he was still undecided which lady it was.
That night, and again for a third night, the same scene; a knock at the door, and the same admonishment: “Please, don’t turn on the lights”. And again, they became better acquainted. And true to the previous days’ events, he was not offered even the slightest hint as to the identity of the lady he had so eagerly entertained.
The next morning at breakfast, the Master told the young man that his car was ready, serviced and filled with gasoline and that he could be on his way. He thanked the Master; gathered his things and proceeded out to his car, followed by the Master. Having said their goodbyes, the Master turned to the young man, and said:
“I suppose you are wondering why we live in this style so far from any other human habitation. I believe you have the right to know, so I will tell you. You see, we have another daughter, and she has leprosy”.
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The weather service has to be on drugs. They keep saying we're below normal on rainfall yet my ground is so muddy it's hard to move safely.
2LaneCruzer
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We got a nice snow...maybe three inches...yesterday and the weather men...and women...are having a hay day. They took two or three days to tell us it was coming, they will spend another two or three days telling us it's here, and then another day or two telling us it's gone. We just got through the worst ice storm in 100 years; there are branches stacked head high along every curb for miles, so we've had our dose of Oklahoma weather for awhile...I hope.
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In case anyone was wondering about the logic behind Time Magazine's selective process for naming their "person(s) of the year" honor...realizing whom they chose in the years 1938, 1939, 1942, 1957 and 1979. will give you some insight into the logic of this years selection...
Time Person of the Year - Wikipedia
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