What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Is the British obsession with butter beans in every vegetarian recipe because they lack any other kind of bean...?

I’m not a fan particularly, so maybe butter bean recipes simply haven’t registered in my head so much. But now I think of it I only recall seeing edemame, butter beans and kidney beans 🤔. Personally I love variety so I chuckle all sorts in !
 
But you have cans. And dried. Get some pintos or blacks or something!
It might just be an availability thing, they're quite popular to grow in back gardens, when you eat them young in pods they taste way better
 
I am sure many women on Lit have also had men who wrote elaborate sex scenes just for those women. It's nice, but maybe just telling us which of our pics make them cum would be more efficient. I certainly love hearing those details from a guy.
I'm glad someone likes hearing this, I've wondered from time to time if I've been too forward
 
Absolutely people. Though, I guess the season that's brought Christmas is part of it.
Unless we're going nuclear and just blaming the entire damned year. 😒
People do turn into animals at Christmas, it's like they forget it's the same time every year.
 
Why, oh why are (were... It's an old machine) knitting machine lower beds not sold with carrying cases... Finding something that fits is such a pain in the ass!
 
Our home was our love
that we built from the ground,
with the unexpected bricks
and mortar we found.

We toiled and we sweated,
side by side, row by row,
smiling and laughing
as we watched our home grow.

And when it was solid,
we gazed up in wonder.
Then went to our bed
and listened to the thunder.

But there was a hole in the roof,
a drip from the ceiling,
just the slightest defect
in the love we were feeling.

My love asked me to fix it,
and I promised I would.
"But not tonight, honey."
Tomorrow I should.

But tomorrows came and went,
each a promise unceasing,
as the leak became bigger,
the damage gradually increasing.

Eventually the roof collapsed,
our home then a disaster.
And my love finally left me.
I'm wondering what comes after.

I long for the days...
I had true love! For a while...
If only early I had repaired
just that one single tile.
 
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