This was the shot the Mister ~ whose arms were full of workstuffs ~ got as he was walking out the door…
And he subsequently dropped his load (pun intended) all over the floor.
Happy Wanton Wednesday!
This was the shot the Mister ~ whose arms were full of workstuffs ~ got as he was walking out the door…
And he subsequently dropped his load (pun intended) all over the floor.
Happy Wanton Wednesday!
I’m in an odd head space right now.
There are a lot of reasons for it, none of which are terribly important.
But the fact of the matter is that this head space of mine…
It’s kind of like an antique attic, its nooks and crannies filled with memories long forgotten… Until a ray of dust-streaked sunlight touches upon one that draws you in, enticing you to re-examine it like a letter from a long-lost relative…
And so you open that letter, and suddenly its seemingly innocuous contents are anything but… And instantly, an event that took place 25 years ago unfolds, with distinct clarity, upon the tablets of your memory… And though it happened a quarter century ago, and created only short term confusion for the child you once were… You now relive the incident as though it happened yesterday, but can comprehend its implications through the eyes of an adult…
And another mislaid piece to the puzzle of You has been found.
But, like the brittle stationery of the aged letter that revealed this secret, the puzzle piece you’ve found is as frail as the emotions it has unearthed…
And to snap it in place would snap it in two.
In a “Wow, you really make me think about sex” kind of way.
Heh. 😉
And you thought I was gonna tell you about something else.
Maybe later. 😀
Or possibly in the comments section…
In response to your comments.
Oky-doky, then. Let’s proceed!
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WARNING: There is a distinct possibility you will encounter lots of questions and cartoon nudity if you choose to continue reading. So you’ve been warned. And stuff. Also, there’s a giraffe.
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I see you’ve chosen to enter at your own risk, sooooo…
Let’s talk about sex, baby! (Anyone else listen to this song in middle school? Show of hands, please!)
Alllllrighty, then!