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.
“You were due”
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I went to the beach Saturday. We washed Gwen Saturday. She was delighted.
We watched Groundhog Day and it was–as always–excellent. Again. My art
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1 comment:
ha! good one.
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