You know, at times life could just use a friggin enema. Out with the old, in the new, so to speak.
Women, I think daily often stifle the urge to flee, as we dream of driving off and waving goodbye to all of the people in our lives who gave us a headache on that given day.
Of course we don't, because we love those people, but it's a thought.
Men, on the other hand... Well, I wonder about you guys.
The wife AND the girlfriend?
Geez, I was just in Fairburn...
Posted by: Velociman at November 23, 2004 07:03 PMkey, that guy is a loser. don't you know you should not make these off-base characterizations when it comes to the motivations of hard-working sudorific young men? If one is going to generalize about our predilictions, use your imagination. Toss in a Russian medical student and a bottle of Syrah under the desert stars.... then maybe we'd sail off for a while and leave our good intentions and fortitude in the dust.
Enticement is often rewarded and it sheds on souls susceptible to light.
Posted by: cold beverage at November 23, 2004 07:32 PMThank you, my blogson, I have been enlightened.
Truly you do have a way with words. ; )
Posted by: Key at November 23, 2004 08:10 PM
I like e-mail.
If I LIKE what you have
to say, I'll even respond.
keymonroe at gmail dot com
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