The tiny circular plaque might have been put there by the WPA or maybe the USGS. The foot on top of it obliterated any chance of reading what it said so a quick glance at the face of the guy sitting on that bench unaware that his foot was plaque blocking, revealed some character. As my butt plopped down next to him, he smiled and said
I'm italic what are you?
Prose is the name, what's the score?
were you in 'Nam?
Nah, but I've been in de plume.
Doncha just hate it when the morning starts off shitty?
It depends entirely on cleaning your area with a vengeance -here's the thing - Phoebe wrote Smelly Cat as a metaphor for vaginosis.
But if it were true that laid back means relaxed would it be confusing to use the term to describe a deflowered sacroilliac, as in "she was no longer a virgin, but merely a laid back"
I get it, we grapple with word play but who's in charge of true meaning?
If that Kubler Ross lady gets it, then maybe it's when she said "The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."
Being familiar with depths, I speak from experience that coming from there by itself doesn't guarantee beautifulness.
quality boners have to be taken into account
or into a countess if that's how you connect.
yeah, the simple life is like simple syrup except splenda keeps all that insulin from fucking with synaptic functions
Here here.
I did I did
was that an echo caused by a very big hoo-hah?
It's not the size of the organ but rather the largeness of the auditorium.
My driver's here - nice chirping with ya, italic.
'til we meet again, prose.