Evening shadows make me blue
But even still, I have you
Please address Re:Wazoo
My dysentery

I've been to the desert, sat through the Gruden/Roseann Barr reenactment, cringed by the thoughts of dick-in-a-blender analogy and what exactly is Jerry's nugget? When the opening looks like several years ago when the shade on the mood-lighting said uh-oh - - - that's a good thing. Re-creations are nevar! that good so fresh days become the norm and so welcomed. It's not quite to the send me to the farm level so no panic yet and prolly never will. That said, who's for some Hyde deWeeKnee?

Holy Mendocino, Doug - - - is there a theme here? Checking on my bent brainwaves. The combination of critiquing and reliving at the same time is epileptic-like. A little like time-travel. Deja vu shouldn't come when agonizing over word sequence is happening. I ejac because I'm late. By the time I got here I was already expert at tease instead of expiration. The recurring interludes defy the insanity definition because there really is a different outcome every time. The guy who said idiots promote the idea that climax after climax is the art of the human condition overlooks porno v. prose. One of these things is not like the other. The one that's the best is the one that just happened - just ask your area. And for guidance counselors who claim you can't make a career out of this, it's much more noble than suffering outrageous fortune. Yeah, there's some maintenance involved but it's nowhere near the magnitude of leaving the parking area after the concert. More like a hand wash after touching public. It baffles me why men o'war believe that's the ultimate experience. Maybe they never delivered on what the hands hold the loobtube elevates. Makes a guy long for the moonlight.
Thanks to 5/11/2011 for the words.