...and my new love is playing poker with his new found mates just down the road.
Being as that it's been almost a year since I've moved in, we've gotten fat and fart in front of one another, do I really qualify as your new love?
Oh...and your brilliance at ignoring cat shit enabled my brilliance at stepping in it, bare footed, at 5 o'clock in the morning.
It was still fresh. It oozed between my toes.
But that's cool. I used your makeup sponges to wipe it off.
Life is good.
Turkey on ice. Nice.
I wish New Jersey would freeze up. The only skating we do is in an airplane hangar named after our serial acting governor. Which is a sign that New Jersey must repent.
RM
I was there, and in it. Well, last week, anyway... I've been three times in the last month or two and I'm due back in a couple of weeks.
What a crazy city 
Life has been taking over down in these parts too. Fortunately it's my life.
xx from rob the other
Bolstered by Rob's comment... life certainly seems good for both of you. Fat and farted says bliss to me. Cheers, dear.
i never fart.
Hong Kong had some weird weather patterns too, but now the sun is shining. Life is good!
"life is good" is good.
vodka is a thoughtful installation within an igloo.
best
rashbre
i never fart.
I know honey. You're a lady. You never fart. You only sigh, ladylike...and as you do, birds sing.
However, when you sigh all ladylike, it's through your butt.
And your ladylike butt-sighs smell like happiness. Rotting, burning, enamel stripping happiness.
And the birds singing sound like a vibrating stretched piece of elastic asking a question.
"phhhrrrrrrt?"
So, yeah...forgive me. You never fart.
It was so good to hear from you! I have given up on getting any decent amount of snow. I guess I might as well wish spring on.
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