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Weather Wise Slowly sifting snow slipped down “Oh look, it’s snowing” my California dreamer said gleefully and glibly. She joyfully jumped into the falling flakes lubricating her salivary glands with a flick of her satin like tongue. She sat and stared at so wondrous an event and thinking back to sitting on sand and staring at sun drenched muscle men on muscle beach flexing fortuitous mounds of muscle mass. Seeing no future of men with no muscle between said ears she came north to the Hinterlands hoping, and found her grease paint wonder. Me! |
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A true story!
Re greasepaint: In my spare time I do clown work.
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