Jill is an ingenue, a diva, a spiritualist, a parsimonious contrarian of the pleaser set and a general sweetie. Will is obtuse, reclusive and gregarious (How can that be?) but today for example he answered the facetious query about favorite musical instrument with "either piano, violin or cello". Then he reconsidered and said "pipe organ". Why would the romantic of the century go to pipe organ when Les Paul guitar or synthesizer is available? Here's the answer: Will is evolved, he makes your milipede break dance, he makes your fractious indignation disappear and if you're paying attention, the ass speaks for most of us. Lingering in the lassitude of the lacrymose, Lee lactates lasciviously. This is another of many examples of WWI? (alch fueled writting). F. Scott Fitz could do it, as could Hemmingway and Ralph Kramden. Mine is the pluperfect example of benzedrine impressions without the intake. KUboobs got me questioned today but the blind spots on the Flex are removed. Who's shit is together? Mine.