The thought of a night of passion nearly 20 years ago that involved a bottle of cheap wine, a sleeping bag spread out under a starry sky, a girl I was absolutely crazy about and a bag of Strawberry Twizzlers.


Oh and osuche, I've been called a shithead before because it was a "term of endearment" and yep, English was her primary language.

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It takes a gutless mouse to play only when the cat's away.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. ~~ Francois Mocuriac

Confucius say, "He who masturbate into cash register come into money."

An optimist looks at the glass and says it's half full. A pessimist looks at the glass and says it's half empty. A Cubs fan looks at the glass and says, "When's it gonna spill?"

Deus Impetitio Esuritori Nullus