September 19, 2006
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And I think the world is a strangely beautiful place to have allowed us to meet and become friends as we have. But it's also a strangely cruel place to keep us apart as it does. Ah—this world is the perfection of a public laundry conundrum (lost socks and all) and we are just wet rag dolls tossed into its assorted dryers to thump away our wetness. But how I'd love someday, if just once, to thump playfully in the same dryer with you.
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Interesting way of putting things. I'll have to remember that!
Well, I don't know about the 'thumping' part... but I do know that we'll be tossing back some beers together... soon... very soon...
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~ wondering ~ What size socks do you wear???? LOL
love this thought !
I default.
Similar a thought it may be towards assigning likenesses of ants to men, and palmetto bugs to women; where in the town I live in, yet, that the ants are usually swarming around the women until one is chosen to be carried away....
...still. I'd like my socks back, if I may.
[Insert smile here.]
thumpa thumpa
i love this!
man. you have a way with words nfp. write on my friend, write on...
i think i hear some thumpin' in the background...
that is wonderful...
I find this a very interesting way of putting things.
Meh...... Don't take Gumby's sister in there............
bwahahahahaha.... I just read MammaRose's comment...........
I'd rather hump away my wetness.....
styxx hah.
mr steve mr steve mr steve the slutty poet who always knows it.
breaking all the girls hearts again r you?
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