It appears the SPRINT recurring billing juggernaut
will eventually tread and start attending parties
formerly always held at Mr Mrs V house.
freak.
the unearthing of perverseness continues
lights are going on, baby, in my head… lights going on. insight
Dyan Cannon (knees buckle). it’s her sense of humor…
Dear V and Mrs -
We’re really really sorry you feel that way.
I will have that for you, y’know, as soon as I can-
This is all extremely new to us. my wife and I have talked about it at length. Don’t misunderstand, please Mrs V. your electric presentation, and such a wide menu, very nearly a spread for any taste… wow, we came away with a kinetic duplicity of mind, spirit and body in our long-lost quest to seek a newer world. and we reeelly enjoyed the times we all got together and when we explored, initially, the thrill was palpable. Life-changing. Could one become weary of just so much pleasure? Spent, we thought? It’s just that, well, the afterglow always made us so introspective and we really did some soul searching. I know it comes at rather the eleventh hour and all, for which we are so sorry.
We have really had a disconnect.
We try to maintain the facade, as if the lifestyle works for us. We feel no connection. You know from experience, or even by design Mr V, that witnessing the elixir of such beauty… defined and refined momentarily, it seemed connected us in a way where our basest desires were exposed.
me clickin’ at 64mph
feel that 14G POWER.
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we feel fortunate that despite days spent in rapture of an unfamiliar engorged state, such delight once interpreted as implicating a higher consciousness was recognized in a moment of clarity as, well, let’s admit
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just an orgy
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so, uhhh, we think we lost it. this whole “lifestyle” thing just really, really ain’t for us.
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please stop calling
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stopped in a dive bar for safekeepin’