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In Which We Do Not Age Gracefully
There are days when waking up takes all the energy I have. I lie there, nothing more than a lump in bed, and try to bargain with my bladd...
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Secret Agent Fred and I have decided to invade New Orleans for Mardi Gras, 2014. I know the last time I went there for Carnival, I swore I ...
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Pictures of naked men have fascinated me for decades. It's not some recent freak that got my blog kicked off of WordPress (not that I...
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If you look below this post, you'll see that the last post I put up here on Blogger is a sniffy little tirade about how I will NEVER d...
Oh, he'll be ok.
ReplyDeleteGet him a chew toy perhaps.
Mr. Peenee what exactly are you doing to these house boys to make them keep running away...Clean your house maybe?
ReplyDeleteI have to see a bit more of Juvenito's ass before I can make a statement of any sort.
ReplyDeleteI think you all show a deplorable lack of sympathy.
ReplyDeleteSorry for your loss, I'll try to make it up to you.
ReplyDeleteayem8y has posted a lost houseboy ad on his blog Mean Dirty Pirate. We appreciate it plenty.
ReplyDeleteSweetie, I've been trying to figure out how to tell you this: Karizma defected. Right now he's raking leaves in my back yard, the golden sunlight warming his bare torso. He asks that you send his things. Sorry. But as Our Lady of Good parking said: que sera, que sera.
ReplyDeleteTHIS is how you repay me? You're just bitter over the boggle experience.
ReplyDeleteHoney, he just showed up at my door a week ago. What was I supposed to do but take the poor boy in?
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