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The Pope in a Volkswagen (1 Viewer)

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Someone's got to compete with the Grizz. I turn 60something this wk, live in my parents basement, feed & nurse my 92yo mother and chase my 91yo father out of his apples trees which he forgot why he climbed, am bigger than Vince Wilfork, the person i've most often been compared to is Frank Morgan (Professor Marvel/Wizard of Oz), bald now AND have a 2-ft ponytail, have bedded around 300 women but none since 2008,  have seen Jimmy Carter's penis, made out with Rosanna Arquette, partied with Keith Richard, have uncovered the key to human happiness and am the proud owner of over 40 skintags. What do you want to know?

 
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Someone's got compete with the Grizz. I turn 60something this wk, live in my parents basement, feed & nurse my 92yo mother and chase my 91yo father out of his apples trees which he forgot why he climbed, am bigger than Vince Wilfork, the person i've most often been compared to is Frank Morgan (Professor Marvel/Wizard of Oz), bald now AND have a 2-ft ponytail, have bedded around 300 women but none since 2008,  have seen Jimmy Carter's penis, made out with Rosanna Arquette, partied with Keith Richard, have uncovered the key to human happiness and am the proud owner of over 40 skintags. What do you want to know?
Your most impressive accomplishment is that you moved into your parents basement, & now take care of them both.   :thumbup:

 
Out of the over 300 women, who was your favorite and why?
A girl called Fancy, honest. She was a plane hostess for a Reno casino, was on the jets they sent for whales. Not a prostitute, because if she didn't want to go to bed with you there werent no amount of dough that would change that but, if you left a stack o' purp on the bedstand, she'd take it. Southern as a delta mist, Fancy just had that way of making you feel like you was a king. Pretty much the opposite of my type, she was great friends with my best Reno pal - a poker player, casino host and a true Maccabean among macs (one of those sum-greater-than-parts Italians that suits would fight to be worn by, i've seen several women hurt themselves following his progress down escalators). He and Fancy (who had alllllll the best drugs) and my Mary and i hung out a lot and she decided to check me out on one of my 'breaks' from my beloved. Won't kiss and tell, but she was like a Sondheim song - you could listen to absolutely everything else to try to get it out of your head but, for a month after, you wake up hummin' Fancy.

Even her death was sexy. No one knows for sure. She died on one of the jets. My pal said it was liver disease (from the booze & drugs) that she ignored and that he'd been with her to hospitals a LOT about that, but it was shonuff hushed up by a lot of important folks, leading to rumors that she ODed or, mostly, that she was strangled by one of her favorite clients, a southern governor, in a sex accident. I do know that asphyxia orgasms was a thing with her (tho i didnt do that ####), but i believe my pal.

 
A girl called Fancy, honest. She was a plane hostess for a Reno casino, was on the jets they sent for whales. Not a prostitute, because if she didn't want to go to bed with you there werent no amount of dough that would change that but, if you left a stack o' purp on the bedstand, she'd take it. Southern as a delta mist, Fancy just had that way of making you feel like you was a king. Pretty much the opposite of my type, she was great friends with my best Reno pal - a poker player, casino host and a true Maccabean among macs (one of those sum-greater-than-parts Italians that suits would fight to be worn by, i've seen several women hurt themselves following his progress down escalators). He and Fancy (who had alllllll the best drugs) and my Mary and i hung out a lot and she decided to check me out on one of my 'breaks' from my beloved. Won't kiss and tell, but she was like a Sondheim song - you could listen to absolutely everything else to try to get it out of your head but, for a month after, you wake up hummin' Fancy.

Even her death was sexy. No one knows for sure. She died on one of the jets. My pal said it was liver disease (from the booze & drugs) that she ignored and that he'd been with her to hospitals a LOT about that, but it was shonuff hushed up by a lot of important folks, leading to rumors that she ODed or, mostly, that she was strangled by one of her favorite clients, a southern governor, in a sex accident. I do know that asphyxia orgasms was a thing with her (tho i didnt do that ####), but i believe my pal.
Bill?

 
Got a blog coming out late fall that will deal almost exclusively with that. Happiness is simple - one can simply decide to be happy and be so. But the average human being does not believe it deserves to be happy and would likely not flip the happiness switch regularly enough to pattern into a state of positive mental health even if it was installed on its belly. I know why.

four-letter word, rhymes with rage.

 

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