What if it Snows?

2 words.....
Pocket knife.
You're welcome.

 

You have seen me and you read what I said. You knew xxxx well it was more running out of belting, than holes.

 

This conversation is reminding me of the song TRASHY Women by Confederate Railroad, it's funny.

 

Good to see back— got any rich cougar stories????

 

I would have bet real money that you wear suspenders.
I've always worried about people who wear suspenders and belts.

 

Worry no more, it is simple. We need the dual securing devices for support of our massive male organs...
Women here tell me, :"Roger, be careful. I pop one of my galluses with right hand, rub my belt buckle with left, and reassure them, with see..
"Belt and suspenders...."

 

Well… got to receiver, full, maybe tomorrow… 2 hours later they reconsign me to their other plant 30 miles from home. I get there this… dude is tweaking bad… he’s like, “you see those trees!!! There’s something translucent there, I heard it and shined my flashlight and couldn’t see it!!” I get on To unload he goes and starts everything, I come high stepping in the office, “man!!! There’s something out there!!” I exclaim excitedly… he’s like yeah dude I told you!!!

 

. No not the juicy kind anyway I met and kept company with 2 sets of sisters that seemed pretty well heeled and spent most of a day with them just enjoying the company if there was old broads on the prowl they probably didn’t have an old guy fetish. I spent most of the time with a bac high enough to be useless for mattress shenanigans anyway. Day starts with coffee on the balcony then breakfast with 2 bloody Mary’s then a 3 mile walk on the jogging track shower then 2 or 3 gin and tonics and start thinking about lunch after that it can be a blur.