One thing (among many) that pornography has ruined for me: catching snowflakes on your tongue. Amid a particularly productive snowstorm last week, I decided to enjoin the classically innocent pastime of catching snowflakes on my tongue.
Standing with my head back, eyes closed and tongue out as far as it would go, I couldn't help feeling... well, creepy and awkward. Some things you can't "un-know." Such is life, so be it.
Who’s that gull?
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Forgive the pun. Who does this gull think they are? I’m checking the surf
cameras on Surfline, and notice this gull in the way. Like–excuse me. Can
you do ...
1 week ago
1 comment:
ha! good one.
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