... for about the twentieth time, the heat is back.

You'd think it was July or something.

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Ate a pizza late last night and dreamed I saw someone pull the cock off of one of the male stars of Game of Thrones.

Interesting.

AND they're scoring runs for him.

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I'm going to fuck the Hell out of you...

Said the naughty minister to the new, well endowed member of his congregation.

Dog food lid spelled backwards is dildo of god.

Thought you might like to know.

As the old saying goes: It's not the heat, it's the humidity.

83 degrees wouldn't ordinarily be considered hot... actually quite comfortable.

But when the humidity rises above 75%, it is well over 90 degrees in what they now call "real feel".

It makes for interesting patterns of going about one's daily routine. I daresay that slow but steady is the norm right now.

Cold front moving in tonight. YAY!

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It's what you say when someone misses your point.

Examples:

No matter what you've said, someone has to try to top you. "Yeah, that's great, but this is better."

When you express an opinion (and I always start by saying "This is just my opinion" and a person will say "you're wrong", then give another (their) opinion, which I'm sure they believe is gold. It's like they're trying to bait you into an argument.

My opinions are just that. If you agree with me that's great. If not, all the persuading in the world will not change my opinion, so why waste my time and your energy trying?

And the real amateurs will further try to goad you into an argument by berating you if you don't agree with them.

When I'm in public, a lot of people lose interest in talking with me because I change the subject a lot. I think you can figure out why.

I'm not the smartest guy in the world (although I do have an I.Q. of 155). I try to look at both sides of something before making up my mind. Too bad so many people simply go by whatever their friends like.

Such is life.

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Before I woke up this morning, I had a dream where I was at a flea market. I found some really cool mirrored sunglasses and tried them on. I walked up to the buxom lass working there. She was kneeling on the floor putting up stock. I told her I liked the shades and wanted her opinion on how I looked in them. She said I looked great and wanted to know if I would buy them. I said I would. She said o.k. I'm happy, I said. I'm glad you are she said.

All this time I'm looking down her low cut top at her large, round perfect breasts. She was not wearing a bra and I could see her breasts easily... even her swelling nipples. The more I talked about buying the shades, the longer she just smiled and said o.k., like she was getting turned on by my staring at her... that, and my cock that was getting harder by the second.

Finally, I reached out to touch those wonderfully magnificent breasts. She gently pushed my hand back and told me that I could look, that she appreciated seeing me get hard looking at them but that I couldn't touch.

That was when I awoke. Hard as a rock. I appreciated the irony that my dream was like NN... so many beautiful women to see, but not being able to touch them in reality.

Yes, I "took care of business" next, thinking of my dream lady all the time.

Have YOU ever "taken care of business" after waking up from a sexy dream?

Inquiring minds want to know.

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A must see for true Beatles fans.


A good movie even if you're not!