Suddenly it's August. The disease-o-meter is still dormant and the game-plan is as follows:
Up at 2-5am, news while eating breakfast, scope/settle outside needs, optional break in or outside, view whatevar! on tube the flat-screen, nap, SSS, tranquilize by the tranquility blanket, er-uh-er-uh optional, nighty-nite.

I've been away from dumb a lo-o-ng time so sorry that what's here is disappointing. On the surface, it looks a little like ejaculation is funny, it may make a cloudy day sunny. But here's what's different - -
So the tablet on the end table catches my eye and the word "lipstick" jumps out. I take the pages outside and read while sipping a ' Mule. The piece is just a pitch, written in sentence fragments and even after reading it twice, it makes sense like the letters to Penthouse Forum made sense. I'll save you the troubles and paraphrase the particles of wisdom:
It's bow-chicka-bow-wow time on the oasis and she's putting on lipstick and promising to make the microphone glow. The technique is using teasing to up the pleasing and it locks on deploying finesse without quoting Herman Hesse. It's cheek to stem, red lips no phlegm, I'm such a happy boy, amen .

This is what early morning during monsoon time serves up as worthy so I used it. Buck 85 but still using the double 11's to wish for a re-run instead of a ski run, sexy.