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A Real Woman
A real woman is a man's best friend. She will never stand him up and never let him down.
She will reassure him when he feels insecure and comfort him after a bad day.
She will inspire him to do things he never thought he could do; to live without fear and forget regret.
She will enable him to express his deepest emotions and give in to his most intimate desires.
She will make sure he always feels as though he's the most handsome man in the room
and will enable him to be the most confident, sexy,
seductive and invincible.
No wait...
Sorry.
I'm thinking of whiskey.
It's whiskey that does all that shit.
Never mind.
[special thanks to RF for sending me this stanza and causing my smile muscles to activate]
oh wait, heres another. a woman goes into the doctors. she tells him: "I was golfing and got stung by a bee between the first and second hole." the doc says, "sounds like your stance is too wide."
gigglesnort
okay, now down to business.
The Radleys was a pretty okayish book. everywhere I look people are extolling its virtues; Im not going quite that far. my view: its okay leaning towards good--a different take on a tired [way fucking tired] subject.
currently checking out Damage by john lescroart.seems pretty decent but man, going up against grisham and connally is a huge deal. those two guys got me spoiled as far as courtroom drama goes; everyone else Ive found draws a distant third or lower. still, Ill finish this one and unless he fucks the ending Ill read the other one I get here.
got a couple of tess garrison's books, but I almost gotta be in a mood for her stuff. sometimes she can stray into the romantic aspect too much for my taste. if they're due back to the library before I get to them, then no biggie.
been pulling fiberglass splinters out of my grubby paws. the tub we installed yesterday was full of them--was like handling a fucking six foot porcupine. when we carried it into the bathroom I wore gloves, but we had to jiggle it in place and thats where I got the pound and a half of fiberglass. fucking shit hurts, man. I got (Im pretty sure) all of it out of my hands. theres one by my thumb thats making me wonder, though.
sheesh, a journal entry about splinters? I must be out of my gourd today...better shut down before I go in to the big Q-tip in the ear session earlier. Im sure thats newsworthy
A real woman is a man's best friend. She will never stand him up and never let him down.
She will reassure him when he feels insecure and comfort him after a bad day.
She will inspire him to do things he never thought he could do; to live without fear and forget regret.
She will enable him to express his deepest emotions and give in to his most intimate desires.
She will make sure he always feels as though he's the most handsome man in the room
and will enable him to be the most confident, sexy,
seductive and invincible.
No wait...
Sorry.
I'm thinking of whiskey.
It's whiskey that does all that shit.
Never mind.
[special thanks to RF for sending me this stanza and causing my smile muscles to activate]
oh wait, heres another. a woman goes into the doctors. she tells him: "I was golfing and got stung by a bee between the first and second hole." the doc says, "sounds like your stance is too wide."
gigglesnort
okay, now down to business.
The Radleys was a pretty okayish book. everywhere I look people are extolling its virtues; Im not going quite that far. my view: its okay leaning towards good--a different take on a tired [way fucking tired] subject.
currently checking out Damage by john lescroart.seems pretty decent but man, going up against grisham and connally is a huge deal. those two guys got me spoiled as far as courtroom drama goes; everyone else Ive found draws a distant third or lower. still, Ill finish this one and unless he fucks the ending Ill read the other one I get here.
got a couple of tess garrison's books, but I almost gotta be in a mood for her stuff. sometimes she can stray into the romantic aspect too much for my taste. if they're due back to the library before I get to them, then no biggie.
been pulling fiberglass splinters out of my grubby paws. the tub we installed yesterday was full of them--was like handling a fucking six foot porcupine. when we carried it into the bathroom I wore gloves, but we had to jiggle it in place and thats where I got the pound and a half of fiberglass. fucking shit hurts, man. I got (Im pretty sure) all of it out of my hands. theres one by my thumb thats making me wonder, though.
sheesh, a journal entry about splinters? I must be out of my gourd today...better shut down before I go in to the big Q-tip in the ear session earlier. Im sure thats newsworthy
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