So. I actually read this last week. But it was on my work computer, and so, per usual, I get a little black box with an x rather than a photo. So I told myself I'd reply when I got home and could pull it up on my laptop.
Yeah.
Here I am week later and still haven't pulled it up at home, so I'm going to reply and just pretend what I think the photos are.
We're all fairly harmless
and generally friendly.
For some reason I first read this as "Fairly hairless"
because I know I've got a whole
lot of folks who want to know about it.
Whaaaat? I can't imagine there's anyone reading this TR for the sole purpose of reading about you meeting them.....
That's me.
(The much more good looking
one in the background is
not me.
sorry to disappoint.)
When did you get a picture with Joe in the background?
Elton John announced that he would
also be performing in Winnipeg.
Isn't that the way it always goes?
Or in my case, I bought tickets for a concert in Atlanta, saw said concert, and then the next month the band announced they were breaking up.
The first thing I did was pick up these:
Yes! Excellent choice. I always pick those up for a road trip.
My wipers were doing an okay job,
but... they were getting up there
in age and I figured new ones were in order.
Oh, ok. Maybe not then.
And then he put his arm on my lower back
and pressed down.
I think the screaming caused him to ease up a bit.
So I see a massage therapist every two weeks because I have the back of an 86 year old. Joe had mentioned wanting to try it, so last year I booked him a massage with my lady as an early Christmas present. He said it hurt too much and he didn't enjoy it. I was laughing about this with Alexis, and she said "I went like half as hard on him as I do you!"
I suspect you are similarly inclined,
unless you don't pump your own gas.
I tend to unscrew my cap first before anything else. And then because every car I've owned prior has had a broken clip, I let it fall and hang by it's cord. Joe yells at me every time and says I'm going to scratch the paint. I tell him it's my car and if I don't care then it doesn't matter. Then I pump my gas, finish, put the nozzle back, tell it no receipt, then screw the cap back on and close the door.
And then get into my car and check my mirror to make sure I've put the cap back on.
It was a few minutes later, as I drove on,
that I realized I hadn't had time to put
on my "innocent and not-a-terrorist" face.
Huh. Guess my clueless face was good enough.
Also maybe why he didn't ask if you were constipated.
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