Oh, bother. And I just ate Peanut Butter. Obvious kidding aside, “it” is not even on my radar. I forgot all about this month being like that, until I saw this pic.
Once, I technically went about 22.5 months without. (R7 alert:) Not counting what could be called “dry runs” in roughly the last 6.5 months. I might be the site’s “champion” here, though I don’t expect a prize for it, except what I already received: the confidence and trust that urges can be resisted.
Though I also wonder if I’m just somehow a case that’s a lot like Buzz Lightyear “flying with his eyes closed” in Andy’s room; though my is true (AFAIK,) maybe there’s something to it than I don’t realize.
The only whistle this sexy piece of ass will be blowing is my meat whistle.
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