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Branch out! Everyone lies about their locations, along with everything else. Not me, of course.:rolleyes:

I'm prepared for an hour drive so long as it isn't in the city (which is almost an hour away as it is), or over a toll bridge (I hate tolls, and they are close to an hour away too). That's pretty branched out as it is.
 
I swear the girl who just served me lunch looks like porn star Madison Scott before her boob job.
 
Hahahahaha...

No, I didn't and wasn't going to.


Literotica is sometimes just like having a little angel and a little devil on either shoulder, huh? You might consider calling upon us while these social situations are playing themselves out.

"Wait, miss! Please don't leave my table just yet!" you plead, as your iPhone connects to the wi-fi. I may have something to say about your good looks, but I have to consult with my porno website first."
 
Porn star prepared, porn fan enjoyed :D

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Wow, my Oil Can story is up from a 2.3 to a 3.0. worst story I ever wrote, but I love it :D
 
Literotica is sometimes just like having a little angel and a little devil on either shoulder, huh? You might consider calling upon us while these social situations are playing themselves out.

"Wait, miss! Please don't leave my table just yet!" you plead, as your iPhone connects to the wi-fi. I may have something to say about your good looks, but I have to consult with my porno website first."

I don't own a smart phone. My phone is around 8 years old. I'm not replacing it until it no longer makes phone calls.

And she was working at a deli counter. I would have to leave. She is held captive as long as I still have money to spend ;)
 
I don't own a smart phone. My phone is around 8 years old. I'm not replacing it until it no longer makes phone calls.

And she was working at a deli counter. I would have to leave. She is held captive as long as I still have money to spend ;)

Ahh, my E-Z Pass was replenished this week. I'm good to go, now.
 
My local football club has a special offer on their annual season ticket to watch all their home games.

It would cost me forty pounds.

They are actually a reasonable team, close to promotion last season and reasonable contenders to be promoted next season.

But do I want to stand unprotected in the rain for many of their home games when I can watch Premier League football at home?

Probably not, not even if they paid me.

Edited for PS. I might buy the season ticket anyway - and not go.
 
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I don't own a smart phone. My phone is around 8 years old. I'm not replacing it until it no longer makes phone calls.

And she was working at a deli counter. I would have to leave. She is held captive as long as I still have money to spend ;)

Downgrade your car; upgrade your phone. :devil:

(Though the cool car works better than a nerdy one with the girls.) no matter what they say!
 
Downgrade your car; upgrade your phone. :devil:

(Though the cool car works better than a nerdy one with the girls.) no matter what they say!

Then why can't I pick women up with the car? I really have no idea how to attract women that I'm attracted to.
 
My hometown is awesome. When did that happen?

And all it takes is one day in New England to reinforce that no matter how hard I try, I will never be happy living in the south. :(
 
You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
lose myself in time just thinking of your face...

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance

To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile...


:heart:3:heart:
 
Word order is important

At the end of June I was visiting churches in which some of my ancestors were christened, married and buried.

In one of them, close to the altar, I found a gravestone with an inscription that made me think. Did he really mean that?

The inscription is:

ELIZABETH The truly=virtuous and therefore Dearley Belov'd Daughter of Mr. XXX XXXX RECTOR of this Parifh quietly Depart'd this life wth full Afsurrance of Eternall life the 23rd Novemb. A.D. 1677. Aetis Suae 24y

Apart from the 'therefore' which begs the question 'Would she not have been Dearley Belov'd if she had not been 'truly=virtuous'?', the father's name takes up more space than his deceased daughter's, and the abbreviations are odd. There is plenty of space on the gravestone for everything to have been written in full.

I am sure her father was proud of her and devastated by her death, but the word order is peculiar. Personally I would have preferred 'Dearly Beloved and Truly Virtuous'.

It is a salutary reminder that gravestones are inscribed by the surviving relations, not the deceased. They often extol the relations, not the virtues of the deceased. In this case the father's name and his position take up more space than his daughter's name.
 
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During the summer in this area, the short term ( 1-2 days in advance ) weather forecasts are almost completely worthless.


For the past month, I've been carefully watching them for the purpose of attempting to organize a bicycle trip. I might as well throw darts.


For the past two days, the forecast for today has consistently predicted rain and scattered thunderstorms. So how did today's weather turn out? Brilliant sun, cloudless skies and low humidity.



 


It is absurd. How many places are there where a 3½ mile walk combined with a visit to the grocery store could results in conversations with (1) an elementary school classmate [ 1 of 19 ] from 47 years ago, (2) a high school classmate [ 1 of 79 ] from 41 years ago and (3) another fellow in whose wedding I was an usher 32 years ago? All this in the space of an hour and fifteen minutes?


 
You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
lose myself in time just thinking of your face...

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance

To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile...


:heart:3:heart:

Just beautiful baby.... As beautiful as you are inside and out. :heart::kiss::heart:

My one and only
 
This afternoon I went to our local library with my four-year-old granddaughter to return her library books and select some more while my wife went to her bank to rearrange some of her finances.

Granddaughter is very choosy about which books she wants to borrow. She has to have the first few pages read to her before deciding Yes or No. If she really likes the book then it has to be read all the way through before joining the Yes heap.

After I had read one book from beginning to end another girl, aged about three, joined us. She too wanted a book read from beginning to end. Then they chose books that they both liked that I should read. I read about five more books before my granddaughter decided that she had chosen enough books. The three-year-old went back to her mother who was working on a library computer and we went outside to wait for my wife.

Outside the library is a bus stop with a bench. We sat on that bench while I read some of the library books, repeating a couple that I had read inside. I attracted an audience of young children waiting at the bus stop with their mothers. Even when my wife finally arrived, I had to finish the current book before I could leave.

One older lady commented that it was good to see that our library was so popular with small children.

Why is it that older children find me scary, but younger ones don't?
 
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