Until next time…
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This is just a place where I just ramble on about nothing probably important to you but at some moment of time it was actually important enough for me to make the effort and jot it down. I’m anti-social like that. Or because I was bored and felt like torturing others at the moment and thought I would share the wanderings on which my mind takes me.
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… the funeral procession for the death of taste

You look mighty damn fine to me sexy mans!!!!!!!!!!
U still look great hottie! When u gonna tattoo me??
hmmmm..i need to market u ..
Pffssssst! Nonsense - you look HAWT! Hey Husbear - I’m lusting after your partner!
i concur; you look A OK to me; would I was there to swing that hammock.
@Romach:
Aww… thanks buddy.
@Steve:
Thanks Steve! Hmm… guess we’ll have to work on a time when you’re up in this area…
@Husbear:
I love you baby.
@RG:
He he… thanks RG!
And I’m sure the Husbear doesn’t mind. That’s how he rolls.
@Urspo:
Thanks buddy. It’s just that mental image I’m working on adjusting.
wowzers.
damn man. woof.
I’ve got to get in that hammock!
@kyle:
*blush*… and thanks
@cb:
There’s room for plenty!
We all do, Erik, we all do. You look good though and I’ve always wanted to be on a hammock.
@YvesPaul:
I guess it’s in our global consciousness. Both the needing to work out, and the wanting to be on a hammock. I think the later is a hangover from when we were swinging from the trees.