Cookie -- what's wrong with the Isle of Staten -- I play golf there most Sundays in the "non-winter" months of the year -- should I be worried about the fumes??????????????????
"Sir K, the Viscount of Uppity-shire...." -- kissmycookie
Oy. I'm stuffed. Just got home and am now laying in bed. I probably won't move for a few days.
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
Actually, I could use the exercise after all that food. And being chased by two really hot guys sounds like fun.
Count me in.
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
I have my own personal slave! This is so exciting! What do I do first??!?!
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
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