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From: bryangsimmons@gmail.com
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.
>
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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.”
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