“…but, if you don’t [perform activity], how will I know you love me?”
No hesitation: “I haven’t smothered you with a pillow, yet.”
Perfect. Just, entirely, perfect. And, it makes me realize how many people truly love me.
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I really don’t want to know what the activity is. at all.I can guess the general direction of the subject, and the lines are interchangable, and I really don’t want to know.
Then isn’t it nice that I carefully left the activity out. You may, if you wish, thank me for my tact.
As it happens, I was asking for a good night kiss. Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself; I am far too pure in word, thought, and deed to entertain them.
How was the bazooka?
Where did he find Bazooka gum? I miss that stuff.
Close — bazooka gun. The south is rife with high explosive devises set forth for minors and the mentally infirm to make use of.
That is so cool. Best, though, if they make their own, which is probably what happened.
Oh, sure. Six bags of high-nitrate chemical fertilizer, ten gallons of kerosene, and the propane tank off of the grill (after the burgers have been charred). Grab your shotgun, stand unsteadily ten feet or so from the piled munitions, take a swig and then hand your son your beer. “Watch this.”
You’d think this would thin the population, some. Odd that it doesn’t.