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Went out last Friday night with Alysia to Ashes, a local bar. It was there where I met Donna, Alysia’s friend who looks like an uncanny clone of Reese Witherspoon, except for the fact that she has bigger boobs and loves my scruffy beard. They want me to take rhumba/tango/waltz lessons with them.
I guess I should do it. What’s the worse that could happen? I dance with two smoking hot women? I think some push-ups might be in order between now and then. If we dip, I want to snap up to a magnetic embrace.
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And that is exactly what you will be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Happy Turkey Day! I take it you are a breast man? Anne
What makes you think that?
I'd have to say I'm a hip man, too. Especially in the throes of dance.
See, this is funny because I know you. Haaa. Eh, You only live once - go for it. Happy Thanksgiving, PK. :)
Big ole smooches to you PK....I'm cooking but loving it! Anne
BTW, Donna has 4 kids and an attorney as a husband. She wrote me a really nice note on a bar napkin. I'm pretty sure that's as far as it will go. Except for the dance lessons.
Wow that's not deja~vu or anything. On second hand DON'T go for it. Stay FAR AWAY from it.
(I am soooo full.)
I can't go there. I know. Believe me...
If I go, I'll have Alysia there. If I don't, I'll have a seething-with-regret Louis CK comedy routine running through my head for the rest of my life.
Speaking of Louis CK, look up his name and "hand job" on YouTube. You'll chuckle.
I've got the Lucky Louie series on dvd - funny in a dark, twisted way.(thanks for the reminder, I need to return it to the surfer.)
Ya... No more married chicks.
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