And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin
Friday, September 29, 2006
shake that thing
girating.
my secret to eternal youth.
bump and grind and girate and jump and wiggle and hoot. and drink and schmooze and flirt. and slap the occasional tight muscular ass. and revel in the livingness.
Am appreciating the buttocks..but only in a motherly way..they somehow scream out to be powdered. *Ahem!* Where was I? Oh yes, agree very much except for the drinking part which I can't do but all the rest- yes - why the fock not eh?
8 comments:
i did not trash the buffet.
gasp! i'm shocked! isn't this the sort of thing that shocked you on er, 'another' blog?
hmn. how is that blog anyway?
re; smart move
because i said so
oh?
guess that makes you some kind of oracle, eh? glad you kept the url, in any case... gotta take that as some kind of compliment.
;)
Sounds like fun to me - esp the gyrating.
Am appreciating the buttocks..but only in a motherly way..they somehow scream out to be powdered. *Ahem!* Where was I? Oh yes, agree very much except for the drinking part which I can't do but all the rest- yes - why the fock not eh?
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