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Stuff Happens... When Squirrels Get Involved...ð
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That... is an excellent saying! ð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Glad you could share my laugh. ð There are too many squirrels here... lol. je understand what you mean... Played that game with them. I like good, surprises.. ya know what I mean? ðĪ So. . ya settled down yet or are ya still flipping about? Where ya been? ð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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I'll take a 'nice' surprise, once in a while. You know what I mean? Thanks for pausing. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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I was part of a couple ... once. We'd have sex from time to time. I also remember (when we weren't 'doing it' ), the reassuring warmth I'd feel, as we'd playfully snuggle up next to each other and discuss new plans and adventures. As I think back now, many 'great ideas' - went south. I recall one day... She finally found the tennis rackets, that were lost in the closet. She looked at me gleefully and smiled. "We should see if Greg and Andrea wanna play doubles." "That's a great idea," I replied. "It will be..." "... fucking STUPID ...! " she shouted angrily at me (drenched in sweat), hours later. We'd lost five straight sets. Then there was the time, I'd dug up the picnic basket. I had always boasted how much fun, picnics in the forest were. I carefully packed it up with wine and cheese and all sorts of goodies... and proudly announced to her ; "Now I'll show you exactly why ..." "... I HATE... fucking mosquitoes," she yelled at me (that afternoon), while smacking another one off her thigh." Did you even bring, the fucking spray? Why do I have to do everything for you?" Or the moment I pulled out our tent, from under some debris in the garage. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking ?" I looked at her. She giggled back at me and excitedly replied; "Camping is sooo much..." "... fucking BULLSHIT !" I bellowed at her, as we drove out of that monsoon flooded camp site. On another occasion, I had a well intentioned notion - to take her fishing. She was eager to try it out. I prepared her for the experience ; "Wait ... till we get out on that beautiful, long pier." "I know," she laughed back at me, while hurriedly packing up the car. "I've got a feeling, that this is gonna be..." "... shittier than I thought... it EVER could be," she whined to me after many fruitless hours, in the blazing summer sun. And then of course, I'll always think back fondly, to the year we decided to host - Christmas dinner - at our home. I looked at her, as I helped set the beautiful table. Carols played in the background, as I spoke ; "You know? I'm happy we're having everyone, over to our place." She lovingly leaned over and kissed me and replied ; "Me too. I am genuinely excited about getting everyone ..." "... to fucking leave , as SOON as possible," she hissed to me, later that evening. The turkey, hadn't been served yet. And that's the way, a lot of our adventures worked out. Couples have dialogues and make plans. Single people have monologues and just do it. I don't mind the monologues. At least I'm not hearing the words - ' Go fuck yourself' - as often. ......................................... You must have your own favorite conversations, misadventures and good ideas - that went bad... right? ðĪ ........................................ [image width =300 height =300 ]. .. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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