BROWNIE-COW POPSICLES

SHUT UP, SHUP UP, SHUP UP [ezcol_1half] Let's play a game, shall we? Let's see how much of my babbling you can withstand before you say "shut up, shut up, shut up!" and burst into the kitchen to make yourself one of these milk and any-brownie, or as I call it, brownie-cow popsicles? Right, so you see here's the thing. I kinda love Earth. Maybe not enough to tie myself to a tree per se, but I do love Earth enough that I have more bicycles than mascaras, and I haven't had myself an ungodly orgasmic piece of toro, for like more than three years now. And believe me, I do love my ungodly toro. But there's something else I love dearly as well

THREE CHEESE MAZEMEN

  MIGHT AS WELL CALL IT, A-MAZEMEN [ezcol_1half] SOMETHING truly unexpected happened this morning. Something that, as far as I can remember, has never before happened to this under-exercised but nonetheless, well-conditioned casing of white-meat.  In the wee hours of this morning as a standard procedure, I rolled over in a complex twist and tango with my blanket and pillows as how it's been professionally done in the past three decades, and in a turn of event, inexplicably

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