landlockedbeachbum
Really Experienced
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- Aug 7, 2007
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i had just reached the summit of a tall and ancient mountain...and after a quick stop at the starbucks (e v e r y w h e r e !)...i approached the old man sitting akimbo clad only in a tattered burlap poncho (Lands End page 123 of the winter catalouge) and a serene smile...age old wisdom hung on him like a shimmering halo...he pointed at me with a long gnarled finger and slowly parted his weathered lips...ready to impart the secrets of life he held....
when i got a text saying you had returned.....i said..."sorry padre i have to go see a canadian cutie about some scrubs"...and the last thing i saw as i ran down the mountain was that old bastard flipping me the bird
welcome back gorgeous!
p.s.....and no cracks about how an old man (me not him) got up a mountain in the first place young lady
when i got a text saying you had returned.....i said..."sorry padre i have to go see a canadian cutie about some scrubs"...and the last thing i saw as i ran down the mountain was that old bastard flipping me the bird
welcome back gorgeous!
p.s.....and no cracks about how an old man (me not him) got up a mountain in the first place young lady
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