It was about this time last year that I traded in my lovely old Range Rover for a much smaller, but far more economical and eco-friendly,Toyota.
With all the current problems, I can’t help but be reminded of the fun I had in the old girl and, in particular, this little gem:
During the libel trial, the entire court moved out to the car park to watch reconstructions of the alleged sexual act in the front of a Range Rover – once with the central characters showing the impossibility of such an action and then one with two members of the press corps, proving that, if you remove the seatbelt, you provide the headroom – so to speak.
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I have yet to test out the new car’s small, but surprisingly capacious, interior to ascertain whether it provides an equally rewarding experience.
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Well, then…three or four directions to wander in and continue the topic. That’s cool.
First, I seem to be having trouble convincing my girlfriend (also a blogger) into the HNT set. Ha! Not unexpected, but, moxnix. she’s a sweetie and I am not contrary enough to throw away a great relationship over something so simple.
Me? Maybe, but then again, I remember that three/four years ago most guys weren’t looking at it in an artistic vision. Gave it no creative points at all…most just wanted to glance at body parts…a concern I still don’t totally understand.
Oh, I’m a normal guy and all, only, looking at naked bodies (even half</b. naked bodies) for sexual gratification really seemed the same as looking at a cook book when hunger set in.
I mean…c’mon. The pictures are fine, but, my guess is all the salt and ketchup in the world ain’t going to improve the taste of a photograph! Ha!
So…you’ve moved. I’m one of those guys who seems to always be called when any of my friends move. A genius at packing a truck. And, I love working. So, it’s a good thing.
Course, you’re just moving words, and didn’t need any help…er. uh…those are ‘toys’ up there, aren’t they?
Girls’ toys?
Maybe it’s OK I wasn’t called to help you move.
I’m also a smart ass and sometimes make the strangest of jokes given any opening whatsoever.
d=))
(that’s my lil guy with a hat and a big smile. It’s oK…friendly and respectful. One word from you and i be gone.
Or, shut up.)
(perhaps you noticed? I sometimes suffer diarhea of words…)
I also love learning, and inadvertantly learne from here.
I thought kegel was spelled keegal.
Learning, at least in my mind, is one of the keys to living. I say it flat out, sometimes. Learning IS living.
Course, some run contrary to that.
“tv is living…”
or
“earning a living is living…”
but then, I like my way, better. Trust in what I think I know and leep learning. Seems a ggod way to go.
Well, I don’t know enough to carry this much farther (further…eother almost works)
I have had less coffee today. Turns out that last nigfht I dreamed i was a car muffler.
This morning I woke exhausted.
LOL! Hey, Boneman! Thank you for making me smile on a grey drizzly February morning :) Kegel was named after Dr Alfred Kegel, an Austrian guy, who invented them. I try to make the blog as varied as possible. Man (or woman) cannot live on sex alone :) Looking forward to seeing what you can do with Mute Monday’s Super tomorrow!