Sad Mr. Garbage Can, doing laundry on a Saturday night.
I Love a good hotel.
Bengal walker makes a run for it.
Hey united. I appreciate the informative programming, but maybe go easy on the phenomena of lightning storms when we’re flying through a nasty one. How about Malcolm in the middle or something?
This lovely ren-faire latte lady tried to steal a 7 yr old’s aisle seat. Little does she know, I saw her new neighbor in line and she has some excruciating BO. only 6 hours to boston!
Tomato seedlings and Percy
magician
do you like my new synthesizer?
“The dimmest of my pollutive dreams was a thousand times more dazzling than all the adultery the most virile writer of genius or the most talented impotent might imagine. My world was split. I was aware of not one but two sexes, neither of which was mine; both would be termed female by the anatomist. But to me, through the prism of my senses, they were as different as mist and mast.” — Nabokov
