Hey now so am i, and i never said anything about having man on top get it over with quick sex with her...I should have hinted like you did mention a great grope hug and small little peck on the lips, and then go home throw the kids out of the house to play outside and have a quickie with the better half... I am thinking you got a better shot j2k4, i have been happily married so long it doesn't work anymore
Last edited by shaina; 09-07-2019 at 08:11 PM.
The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people's money
Having women throw themselves at me is old hat, so I decided long ago to abandon myself to the hugs.
I'm borderline famous for my hugs, and women are willing to compete for them, instead.
Great hugs are great, and they don't leave me wanting.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people's money
No, no, not like that, geez...
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
She was quite pleased and sends some back to ya
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
Well, here's a bit of an update...
I spent four days in hospital with a collapsed lung.
The weird part is that I did not know how dire the situation was- it took a near hysterical pulmonologist to get me to the ER because I thought I just had fluid buildup again.
In fact, I felt surprisingly normal, so as it turns out, the last person to ask about my health is me.
Subsequent tests show everything back to (my) normal and breathing is so much improved (amazing what TWO FUCKING lungs will do...) that I've not used oxygen for nearly a week now.
No telling what the next medical disaster will be. I look forward to finding out as well as getting the inevitable mountain of medical bills from this last procedure.
I'm sure they will be hilariously unpayable.
Meanwhile, I continue to cook.
Recently discovered burrata. Used it in a mashup of a bloody mary (no vodka), shrimp, homemede croutons and burrata. Sounds weird, and it was experimental, but turned out delicious.
With a bit of tweaking, I'd make it again.
A neighbor is going out of town and dropped off a bunch of avocados that would spoil in her absence, so I whipped up a big batch of guac to nosh on.
Here's a tip I discovered and actually works...
To keep the top of your guac from turning brown, smooth the surface and pour about 1/4" of water on top. The water keeps oxygen from the mixture and pours off when desired with no residue or ill effect.
Try it, it works.
So, other than searching out new recipes to try as I await my body's inevitable betrayal, not much is going on.
"I am the one who knocks."- Heisenberg
Great.
Now I've craving guacamole...
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
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