I slept too. In the morning I woke and the bed was empty. I went into the bathroom, peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and headed for the kitchen. To my surprise, my mother was busy making breakfast. I literally could not remember the last time she had made me breakfast. Hell, it was
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I followed her at a more leisurely pace. In the kitchen I made coffee and then went to sit on the back porch and watch my mother select the switch I would use on her ass later in the evening.And I won’t deny that I enjoyed watching her.She looked wild out there in the yard.
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Meet Me in St. Louie, LouieI can’t believe how fast time goes by. Here it is, 1965 already. When I was young, I guess I knew that I could still be alive in this year, but I couldn’t grasp it on an emotional level.Recently — well, I wouldn’t say I celebrated but rather noted my
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The poppers I can buy at the ABS today are just horrible. They have almost no rush, they smell worse than ever, and you still get all the bad side effects. I thought I’d die after trying them again, I’m not joking. They are that bad. My slight research on this suggests that they pulled