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Are FairY TaleS... the ONLY PlacE... You.ll FinD LovE...
Posted:Nov 9, 2021 8:13 am
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2021 4:23 pm
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Last night was frosty, but FrankeeZee - my friend from another sex site - and I were planted in a warm dive bar named after me, 'Chez Paul'. You can guess what Frankee was doing - in between gulps of beer - yep, clicking his laptop, penning his blog. I was about to say something when Frankee turned to me.

"Well, that's it, finished. I'm trying something different - emulating YOUR style."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You know, Paul - a tale of love, garnished with a sprinkling of alliteration, a couple of random metaphors and a few too many adjectives."

I raised my other brow, but before I could add anything, Frankee had pushed his computer towards me and ordered two more beers. I put on my glasses and began to read.
- - - - - - - - - -


Winters in this city are cold and colourless - pretty postcards - dusted with 'white' and smudged with faded browns and greys. But colours come alive when you're holding a warm hand. The lights on the boulevard were red; I held Emily's slender fingers tight.

The falling snow framed us in thick flakes, weightless and hopeful, the way they do in fairy tales. Traffic was snarled and barely moved as we wove around and between cars. Halfway across that street, she stopped and turned towards me; I knew what she wanted. I fell into her deep blue eyes and leaned into her esculent lips.

When I hugged her in public, I'd never let go; I wanted the world to know. We gently swayed while cars ignored us and inched past. A cabbie honked once, but the others knew. After a minute - or were they seconds - Emily raised her cheek, smiled and whispered in my ear.

"I think we should move to that OTHER side, or someone's going to bump into us."

We weren't crazy; we were a step below - young and in love and lost in each other. But not all things work out the way you hope they might.

Twenty years later, I was startled to see Emily at an anniversary party for friends we'd once shared. She looked as beautiful as ever.

She was sitting alone, legs crossed, her mulberry dress crumpled at her waist. She fidgeted with her nails the way she would when bored, then ran her hand through her hair, which was swept up above her ears. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at the crowd that danced. And then... OUR song played; I'd bribed the DJ with a couple of drinks.

Emily took note and sat up straight, perhaps searching for flawless hands to hold? Those didn't exist, but I was there - just over by that wall - waiting for her. I stepped out from behind it, our eyes met, and Emily's face beamed in delighted surprise. We found a tiny spot on that packed floor and held each other as if it were the first time. It was MY turn to whisper into her ear.

"I was never perfect. I'm the opposite. But I was perfect for you, and you're all I ever wanted.
And another thing...
... I think we should move to that OTHER side, or someone's going to bump into us."

I felt warm tears fall from her cheeks against mine, then onto my lips, as she locked her arms around my neck and kissed me.

- - - - - - - - -


I looked at FrankeeZee and blinked. "What does esculent mean?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Paul, read a book!"

I would have asked who Emily was, but the beer had arrived, and the game had started. FrankeeZee raised his glass in a toast.

"Cheers, Paul. To friends and fairy tale lovers," then he grinned, "and nebulous metaphors everywhere."
..........

They don.t make fairy tales like they used to, do they?
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WARNING... Not ALL WomeN... UnderstanD YouR SensE of HumouR... 😮❗
Posted:Oct 28, 2021 9:19 am
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2021 10:49 pm
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I guess if I were to do things over, I would have held onto my SECOND remark to her. I thought it was worthy of a chuckle or at least a smile. I wasn't prepared when she aimed her taser at my testicles; is anyone? It began the way most blunders unravel; I had a decision to make — left or right?

I enjoy the freedom of working from home. Even though I'm a slave to that computer screen, once a day, I unchain myself, step outdoors — and clear my head. Yesterday afternoon was no different from another, except fall weather had become blunt and bitter.

I had to wear layers; a sweatshirt, my grey hoody, followed by a well-worn (*but oh so cozy*) fall jacket, topped off with a black cap and sunglasses. Of course, I lugged my trusty old knapsack filled with optional essentials. And those seasoned white runners — completed the look.

When I eyed myself in the mirror, I resembled one of those homeless guys who carry scrawled cardboard signs and wave them at stopped traffic, "Haven't eaten in four days — anything will help." Yeah, THAT guy! I didn't care; I was warm and comfortable — off I went into that brisk autumn breeze.

I usually hike a couple of miles or so, then at those lights near McDonald's, I turn right and trek back, but I thought to myself — why not push it? There's a huge box store up that road; let's make a LEFT and go for it. I'd definitely, find something to buy. It's one of those places that carry toasters and toilets — and anything else you'd ever want in life.

I picked up some powdered Oxi Clean — there's a fricken coffee stain on my driver's seat. I paid for those crystals, then readied myself to lean back into that icy wind. That's when they — Security — approached.

He was young, at least six foot three and muscled. She was middle-aged — loved donuts — and wore her light brown hair in a tight ponytail. Don't they all? She spoke in a sweet, almost apologetic voice.

"Sir, can you open your knapsack for us, please?"

I imagine I looked a little dishevelled, but I was surprised to be a suspect in a robbery.

"You think I've stolen something?" I asked in a calm and measured tone.

Mr. Muscles interjected gruffly, "Sir, there's no need to raise your voice and become confrontational and belligerent. I'll ask you politely, will you open your pack?"

I figured I'd get playful — and threw in that SECOND remark towards the ponytailed uniform.

"Listen, why don't we lose the tall grumpy guy, and you can take me to the back room — and search me in private."

It's then, she reached for her taser and aimed. For fuck's sake, are you kidding? (*although, when i think about it now, i might have been a touch inappropriate. especially with someone who didn't know me*)

I was led into their windowless office; it revealed one abused wooden table and a pair of green plastic chairs. The overhead fluorescent lights flickered, but the one-way mirror was surprisingly missing.

Thus began the ordeal of emptying my backpack; it's a camper's model — with five zippers, four sleeves, and, I forget how many flaps. Picture how much STUFF I can carry in that sack. THEY went through everything meticulously. And not because they were looking for stolen items — they wanted to piss me off.

The whole performance took more than twenty-five minutes, yet as they opened that door and released me — I still had a dart to throw. "What, there's no pat-down?"

They glared... but didn't budge. As I left that store, I realized TWO critical things.

One: I may not have been wearing a suit and tie, but was all that bullshit necessary?

Two: Thank goodness they never frisked me and checked my rear pant pocket. That's where I'd tucked those batteries; the ones I'd forgotten to pay for.

..........

In prison you don.t get a choice on who does your prostate exam — do you?
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Sarah... The FiremeN... and ThingS thaT ChangE witH TimE... 😮❗
Posted:Oct 19, 2021 9:35 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2021 7:24 pm
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I was lucid. Sarah, was a bit tipsy as she lurched out of my car. She grinned and blew me a kiss, then turned around and gave me a 'wiggle' with her tight LEVIS bum. Her house was over on the corner. And that's where she strode, framed like a blue fairy — into the haze of that moonlight glare.

She almost stumbled at her gate then gingerly followed the brown brick path to the backyard. I sat there and watched, you know, to make sure she was safe and all. Then — clamping onto the railing — she slowly climbed those crooked green steps of the veranda. Finally, she'd reached that rickety screen door.

The EXPLOSION blew her right off the porch and flung her tumbling — fortunately — onto the tall green grass of her lawn. She narrowly missed smashing her head on that big old maple tree. My ears were ringing like roaring trains as I ran to her. After the smoke had cleared — and the firemen and paramedics had left — those who were lingering had concluded; it must have been a random gas leak. But I knew a secret and the shocking truth — and it's a story that no one would believe.

It all began last...

"Pardon me."

I was startled by a loud voice and looked up from my laptop.

The man standing in front of me — that guy in the 'Coldplay' t-shirt — had interrupted my finger-clicking thoughts and asked me a question. Did I know if there was an electronics store nearby? Which was a dumb query because THERE it was — in the strip mall, a massive sign within sight of that coffee shop where I sat.

I looked at him... and pointed out the window.

Now, back to my tale.

Damn... I forgot what the fuck... I was about to say. I HATE when that happens, don't you? I must be getting old, but I'm in denial. It'll come to me. 😶

..........

If you remember your passwords, you'll have everything! 😊
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What IF YouR Tiniest DreamS... Became a RealitY... 😊
Posted:Oct 9, 2021 7:21 pm
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2021 4:24 pm
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I see her often — she's my youngest . I hugged her a couple of weeks ago and asked her what was new. She smiled and said to me, "Pa, there's this show next Saturday, at the club," she works there part-time. "Mario, the drummer, asked me to join them for a few songs in their set. We practised — it worked."

But then, she tripped me up. My eyes widened.

"Mario wanted to know if YOU felt like playing drums for a couple of songs. 'Creep' and another by the Chilli Peppers — 'Under The Bridge'.

"Are you kidding?" I said yes — in a split second.

It was past eleven, and that small club was packed and buzzing. The band got up on stage and powered through their set, then Mario introduced my ... and welcomed me up to the kit.

In my time, I've played for crowds of thousands, but to say I was a bit nervous — in front of THAT low ceiling — would have been an understatement. My has a powerful voice and has recorded with numerous groups. I wasn't worried about her — I was hoping that I wouldn't fuck up.

BOTH songs kicked so much fricken ass. So pure, with crystal clarity and a perfect mix. Such a smooth beat for a drummer to trip off and a great vibe to get blown away on. But...

The thing was, I was backing up MY — the spotlights were on her; I was smashing out the beat. A couple of hundred people cheered wildly, and her fans and friends screamed. I had a lump choking my throat and had a hard time focusing on anything but hitting my marks. The sound was heart-thumping through-the-soul epic, and my ears were fricken numb and ringing as I walked off the stage.

It was a buzz of a lifetime. DAMN, did it kick ass! Those two songs are legendary and I was so proud of her; but I'm thrilled that I didn't drop my sticks. I guess you had to be there. Life is short.

Drive fast, carry a double-kick in your 'overnight', and fuck the rest. 😎❗

..........

Do you prefer big venues or small clubs?

What IF YouR Tiniest DreamS Became a RealitY
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Some Lessons Are Never Learned... OtherS Take ForeveR To FuckinG MasteR...😮❗
Posted:Sep 30, 2021 7:38 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2021 1:39 am
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I like irrational speed; I always have. Yet — supposedly — I'm somewhat educated if you consider University schooling worth anything. But I can't get my head around driving slow. In the last month, I've paid a MAMMOTH price for my arrogance. I thought I was above the law.

The first time I ever felt neck warping acceleration was when I was twenty and drove my friend's Porsche. I hit two hundred miles per hour. We blistered down that brilliantly lit highway in a fantastic blur. The sound of whistling wind, the wild vibration — the feeling of imminent danger — tickled my nerves and quenched my brain with endorphins that I couldn't explain. But I grinned.

With cars I've owned, the best I could do is about a hundred and twenty miles per hour; 'limiters' prevented anything more. But it was enough to give me a rush. Many decades have passed, and I thought I'd mellowed — become more responsible — until last month.

I don't know what's tripped me up.

Luck had created a false sense of security. I felt as if I was untouchable. When I saw the red, white and blue flashing lights in my rear-view... my heart sank. For fuck's sake! What a bitch. Nothing to say; no excuses, lesson learned, right? Act your age — fucktard!

Nope... not me.

One week later, different highway, same result. For fuck's sake — NO! But bad luck and stupidity cluster in threes. Sure enough, six days more, and I'm dishing out my driver's license AGAIN. I tried to look sad and remorseful — it's the ONLY thing I could think of.

I guess what I'm saying is, I don't know why they don't have TWO sets of rules.

One set for those who know and love to drive fast — and are capable — and another bunch of rules for everyone else.

Damn, I keep making the same mistakes over and over again. I'm not looking for sympathy, or advice or anything. I love momentum, and I've realized I'm not cut out for this country and its tepid traffic regulations.

Now Germany; they have the right idea. That nation has exclusive lanes — on their autobahns — with NO speed limit.

I'm a bit distraught... and thinking about starting a 'G.o F.und M.e' campaign; 'Driving School Instructor, hoping to make a difference.' 😶

..........

You can't discuss anything with a female cop; they're stone cold.
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FirecrackerS and FrogS... and What the FUCK Did YOU JusT Say... 😮❗
Posted:Sep 16, 2021 4:34 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2021 9:33 am
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For years, I've seen the end of MY summers marked with NOTHING worthy — except a cluster of ramped-up traffic. Decades, eons ago, I'd look forward to the start of school. You know, reuniting with friends and, of course, that cringe-worthy English assignment — 'What I Did On My Summer Vacation'.

And so that's what I thought about, as I was stuck in wall-to-wall gridlock, on 'Highway 13' driving in from Laval. (*why would you live in Laval unless you couldn't afford to live in Montreal. Yeah, there's the wildlife. I'll have to elaborate at another time.*)

Anyway... in grade two, our nubile teacher, Miss Drummond, was progressive and passionate , and she asked us to step outside the box. "Come on, class. I want to see creative stories and some 'new' vocabulary."

We all looked at each other, rolled our eyes and groaned. But (*you know me*), I did my best to follow her guidelines and came up with this 'take'. I mean, it was a while ago, but this is pretty close to what I think I wrote

................

On the first day of the vacation, mom gave my brother and me a brush-cut. My head felt so light and free.

The next day, we all headed up north to my parent's cottage by the river. That's where we spent nine weeks doing things like swimming, chopping trees, and chasing frogs with firecrackers. We had a lot of fun.

I also met a new friend who taught me how to swear.

On the last day of my vacation, mom took us to fucking 'Walmart' to buy a pair of pants and shoes.

And here I am, sitting in a classroom, writing about what I did all summer. Do you want details? Come see me, and I'll share more stuff with you.

................


Sure enough, Miss Drummond called me over after class. I presumed it was to learn more about those frogs. Funny thing, Miss Drummond was MORE concerned with my vocabulary. My thoughts were; 'Well, why did you ask me to use NEW words if YOU don't like them?'

I recall other summertime images seared into my head — years later. I remember languid evenings as my girlfriend, and I lay there. We were bathed in sweat while a warm breeze tickled our skin — and we watched, as the morning sun first kissed the night.

There's some 'stuff' I'm skipping (*you can imagine*), but I wonder how Miss Drummond would have graded THAT fucking prose. I'm guessing she might have had a few of THOSE salacious recollections herself.

A couple of years later, I paused and tried hard to imagine my Grade Two teacher, Miss Drummond, having sex. (*She was on maternity leave, or so they said*). But, how else would she have had her ? I'm stuck on the visual. I wonder if she liked doggy. 🤔

................

Do you think your teachers ever had sex in a car?

FirecrackerS and FrogS and What the FUCK Did YOU JusT Say
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The DarE... SomE CoupleS PlaY... Is IT worth IT 😮❗
Posted:Sep 15, 2021 5:40 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2021 7:18 pm
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I would have whispered to her, as she blazed her eyes through me.

I want to drink that scornful smirk right off your face. True, those fucking cute dimples drop anchor — when you grit your teeth. I always watch your eyes widen when I say a bunch of shit that I know trips you up.

No worries, babe; I'm just fucking around. Smile into my mouth and let me taste you. Just close your lids and let's share the shiver. Tell me how much I fucking infuriate you... later.

I dare you.
Tell me to fuck off!

................

Some 'fire and ice' couples have a moment.

The DarE SomE CoupleS PlaY Is IT worth IT
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IvE PaiD for IT... YouVe PaiD for IT — We ALL HavE 😎❗
Posted:Sep 7, 2021 8:28 am
Last Updated:Oct 31, 2021 4:25 pm
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The lobby of 'The Plaza' bustled quietly; it always did. She stood poised and clutched a petite scarlet purse. Her slim figure — draped in an elegant black dress — forged a stunning contrast against the cream-coloured theme of those boundless renaissance walls.

Ruby lipstick defined a suggestive pout. But men would have been drawn to her smokey eyes; they blazed an enticing beacon through the ambient light of that lavish room.

She waited — patiently.

A gentleman at the far end of the lobby had noticed her invitation. He walked towards her, and with the stealth of a sly Cheshire, whispered. Moist lips parted to answer his question — just as I approached.

Lynn's eyes caught mine and widened. She turned, waved her supple wrist, and spoke to the well-dressed man who had leaned into her ear.

"This is my boyfriend, Paul..."

Before Lynn could utter another word, that gentleman apologized profusely, scurried across the lobby, out the doors — and into the crowded shadows of Fifth Avenue.

I looked at Lynn, then towards the man who had run away. "What the fuck was THAT all about?"

"He thought I was a and wanted to hire me," Lynn fluttered her lashes and grinned.

"How much did he offer you?"

"I don't know. You showed up."

"Well, maybe I should race after him and find out," I laughed.

We were in New York for the weekend — a lifetime ago — and that's how our evening began. Lynn DID look like a million bucks, and for the rest of the night, we joked about what a rendezvous with her should cost. We never figured on a fee; the numbers Lynn threw at me were bold.

Then again, when I added up the airfare, cab, hotel, drinks, meals and tips — and that carriage ride through Central Park — I wasn't far off her price.

I've never paid to have sex. But if I stand back and look at things differently — I realize I've been paying for puss... I mean carnal pleasures ALL my life.

Oh, and that weekend with Lynn was worth every penny.

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In 1907, with a modest 50$ per week, a pro would make $85k a year — in today's dollars.
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Blogging For Bucks... The Condom Conundrum... and FrankeeZee... 😎❗
Posted:Aug 27, 2021 10:05 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2021 5:38 am
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There's been an insane heatwave suffocating most of North America for the last month, have you noticed? I've taken, to enjoy walks in my favourite lakeside park — BEFORE, that red-lava scullion rises in the east. Yesterday, I invited FrankeeZee (*my buddy from another sex site *) to join me; he happily obliged.

A cool breeze had begun to brush the waves when we took a break from our jaunt and sat down on a bench. I shut my eyes and inhaled deep breaths of refreshing air as it caressed and soothed my soul. FrankeeZee clumsily plunked himself down, bumped my elbow, then yanked the laptop out of his knapsack — and began to type.

"Oh, for fuck's sake Frankee, give it a rest. Can't you enjoy the moment without writing your stupid blog?"

"Paul, I have an obligation to my SPONSOR, " he replied, smiling.

"Your blog is sponsored? Who would do THAT and why?"

"Paul, I told you about the purge we had last month or were you paying attention?" Frankee rolled his eyes at me and continued.

"Our website unveiled a more user-friendly version of our blog pages. Half the bloggers fucked off, but the rest of us found sponsors. We had to, or we wouldn't exist.

I looked at FrankeeZee and blinked, "OK, so who sponsors you?"

"I found a major beer conglomerate looking for a top blogger, and we worked out a deal. Ever heard of Bud Light?"

My eyes widened. "Bud Light is your sponsor?"

"No, for fuck's sake. 'Banja Luka Brewery' in Bosnia — is Bud's number one competitor — and THEY hooked up with me. What do you think about THAT?"

I didn't know what to say; I was momentarily speechless.

FrankeeZee's fingers clicked the tiny keys as he raised his head and squinted at me. "Ya know Paul; it's too bad you're such a shitty blogger and a pussy."

"Really, and why is that?"

I heard 'Trojan' is looking to support a Top-Ten blogger. But I don't see your name on that 'list' , and you don't use condoms, do you? You don't even fuck anymore, right?"

I glared at Frankee. Friends, what are they good for, if not for their brutal honesty?

Hmmm... I thought for a second. What IF the Bobs — over at A F F headquarters — wanted to turn 'Blog Land' into a moneymaker? What IF they obliged ALL bloggers to pay for the privilege of blogging?

I've used Trojan rubbers; I'll give them a call. Ya never know — just saying.

The sun's crimson rays peeked above the distant horizon. I slipped on my sunglasses and realized — its beauty was ephemeral — we'd all soon start to burn. FrankeeZee nudged my arm.

"Hey Paul, how do spell purgatory?"

................

A view from the pier as the sun fired up.

Blogging For Bucks The Condom Conundrum and FrankeeZee
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Can Bouzouki MelodieS and GallonS of WhinE... SavE A DatE... 🤔❗
Posted:Aug 17, 2021 9:57 am
Last Updated:Oct 4, 2021 4:49 pm
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Her brilliant smile and those twinkling eyes had been the alluring snare. I have no CLUE what she saw in me. But there we were, anchored at a vibrant Greek bistro over on Montreal's Fairmount Street.

Thin beams of porcelain light framed every table. We sat cloaked in warm shadows, over at the back of that cheerful room. Bouzouki music weaved lively rhythms and bounced off pastel murals as our black-tied waiter ambled over and raised his pen to his pad. SHE, paused her incoherent rant, and with slurred consideration — announced her order.

"I'll take the 'Seafood Pikilia' and a tiny 'Greek Salad' with a small bowl of tzatziki, on the side. Oh, and I'll have another bottle of white wine. But don't serve the meal just yet."

Then, she turned to me and flashed those luminous teeth; I grinned.

"You want some too?
Ok — TWO bottles of white wine," she concluded.

And THAT'S how our first date had evolved. I excused myself and headed towards the bathroom but veered into the kitchen. (*listen, I'm not a total asshole, but I'd had enough.*) I waved to the cooks, laid a couple of twenties on the stainless steel counter, and walked out the back door.

Slipping through that dark alley, I turned towards the street and reached into my blazer for my phone. For fuck's sake! In my haste, I'd left THAT precious hardware on the leather bench seat — back at the restaurant.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

She DID have dazzling incisors and those gleaming eyeballs. But there was more whine coming; a lot more. *Ugh* Second chances rarely work — or do they?

(*addendum : so what do you want me to say? that things worked out; they didn't.
it was a peaceful failure. *)

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The Greeks invented the orgy but the Romans added women.
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An OPEN InvitatioN... To The BloggerS FarewelL PartY... 😎❗
Posted:Aug 3, 2021 6:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2021 5:41 am
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With the imminent release of the 'NEW Blogger Community' — here on 'A F F' — and the subsequent PROMISE from a multitude of bloggers that THEY will be leaving this site, it's only fair that we throw them a 'going away party', right?

I was on 'Zoom' the other day with the 'Bobs' (*CIO and CEO of A F F*) when the controversial topic of the modifications to the blog pages came up. Bob spit-balled an idea.

"Paul, how's about we throw a bash for all those bloggers who'll be fucking off?" (*although, I think he meant to say — retiring.*)

The other Bob suggested the use of the 'A F F' facilities. They agreed this Friday would be a perfect time, what with the 'NEW' rollout occurring over the weekend. It'll be a BYOB event with a BBQ served over on the back lawn, and a vegan option offered as well.

And with so many empty offices available — due to the recent layoffs — a sleepover is feasible for those who've had a 'few'.

For everyone who can't make it to California, there'll be a live 'Zoom' feed, so ANYONE who logs in — will be able to join the fun. Further details will probably be posted on the A F F Main Page. I'd like to go, but they've gotta open up the fricken Canada - USA border.

There's only one question that remains to be answered; Bob wanted to know the number of parting gifts he should prepare.

"Paul, how many bloggers are going to fuck off and leave Blog Land and how many of THOSE — who say they will — are full of shit?"

I believe what he meant to say was, "Do you think any bloggers will ever leave these pages and find lives elsewhere as enriching and fulfilling as the erotic experience offered here?"

I'm guessing THAT'S what he implied.

I heard a clatter of bottles and watched as Bob stumbled across the room. The other Bob put his glass down, lay his head on the conference room table and fell asleep. I was left watching him snore while I listened to the sound of Bob — throwing up in the bathroom.

................

Bring your own sleeping bag, of course.

An OPEN InvitatioN To The BloggerS FarewelL PartY
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Why Waste Your Time... HereS a Shortcut to Happy Endings... 😊 ❗
Posted:Jul 6, 2021 12:44 pm
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2021 11:52 pm
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*It's hot and it's summer. That 'bug bubble' has burst, and we're all enjoying that shift back to normal. Who's got the time to read a fricken blog — let alone WRITE one? Here's a sample of a shortcut that will save YOU some time and allow your impatient READERS to skip to that elusive 'happy ending'.
Your welcome.*


You know Lynn; she's crazy and wild and a fraction bi-polar. I knew her too well, the way you'd recognize someone by their concealed habits. Lynn enjoyed holding her cup of tea while extending a pinky, just a bit off to the side. It was always entertaining and a challenge to read her mood as I watched that little digit assume an angle. I wasn't shocked or even surprised when Lynn looked up — put her cup down — and asked me her question.

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The sirens were silenced. I couldn't believe Lynn had convinced those policemen to walk back to their patrol cars and drive away. And I couldn't help but smile as I teased Lynn — waving her panties and those handcuffs in the air. Was there another way to look at it? lol 😂

.......................


I guess we'll never know what really happened. But seriously — who cares? Go enjoy the weather.
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