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From: Hank@nospam.invalid
Bryan Simmons wrote on 2/16/2026 5:56 PM:
> On 2/16/2026 2:01 PM, Mars Sellus wrote:
>> On Mon, 16 Feb 2026 14:24:50 -0500
>> Ed Pawlowski wrote:
>>
>>> In article <69936ae9$0$22$882e4bbb@reader.netnews.com>,
>>> j_mcquown@comcast.net jmquown says...
>>>>
>>>> On 2/15/2026 9:35 PM, Ed P wrote:
>>>>> On 2/15/2026 9:32 PM, Dave Smith wrote:
>>>>>> On 2026-02-15 8:49 p.m., Ed P wrote:
>>>>>>> Sometimes there is little choice in what to drink with dinner.
>>>>>>> This was one of them.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I donated a pint of blood today so, my body is down a pint of
>>>>>>> red fluid. The only way I could find to make things right,
>>>>>>> replace it with an equal amount of red fluid. Pinot Noir did
>>>>>>> the job and I'm back in balance.
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Thoughts and prayers Ed. Thoughts and prayers.
>>>>>
>>>>> I usually do double red cells but today, my iron was down two
>>>>> points below the minimum for it. I'll stock up on spinach.
>>>>
>>>> Here's an idea. Saute the spinach with minced garlic to balance
>>>> things out. Then have another glass of the red stuff. ;)
>>>>
>>>> https://postimg.cc/4KwZ0tv3
>>>>
>>>> Jill
>>> You party animal!
>>>
>>
>> Bang a gong!
>>
>> Get it on.
>>
> ********
> They hiked back up the hollow with Ian tramping in the lead, and when he
> saw the gravel road, he advised them to dress. Winter's reply was
> swift, “My bare butt on the drivey seat of my Jeep. I'm on a roll,
> and the sooner we're rolling the better. Ann, back seat, and Ian,
> you're shotgun.”
> .
> All of Ian's concerns about Winter's driving were allayed by her
> performance, which was slow, and deliberate, not at all manic. Even the
> final descent into the vale, straddling a ravine in the washed out road,
> didn't elicit fear, but praise, “Good driving. You scratched up the
> driver's side of the Jeep pretty thoroughly.”
> .
> “Sorry.”
> .
> “No, you prioritized keeping the tires where they belonged even with
> branches grinding against your side, and you didn't flinch. I declare
> you quite the Jeepster.”
> .
> As they crawled along the old stream bed, Winter scanned the path ahead
> before turning around and singing to Ann adoringly, “Girl, I'm just a
> Jeepster for your luh-uh-uh-ove,” and looked ahead for a moment before
> returning her attention to Ian.
> .
> Ann's gaze was fixed on Winter, and she didn't catch Ian's silently
> mouthed words, “I'm gonna suck you.”
>
> ********
>
Did you write that passage after remembering some of your sex outings
with J Kuth?
--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
* Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)
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