Wait 'til you read this: Just as I was cleaning my shaver, the voice behind me stopped me in mid-fumble. It couldn't be, my mind kept saying . . . it couldn't be. I turned and saw nothing because the downstairs door was closing. I rushed over to the window, flipped the shutters and looked out and couldn't believe what I saw.

Distraction can be an eye grabber (not this time) so what's that tell you? The marathon's main legitimacy is calibrating the testos which should be a meh to solid secure loverboy but it's all about the space considered transportably possible. <- Fake news, boner bait.

Justifying the meaning is to undo the apology that preceded it. In this case, missed deliveries on the born on this day front. The next note toys with the summer o solar mio on a 25 while enjoying an extended sit-down. The Carribean's interesting but Go Nad Grotto fills the cracks with Il Dolce Far Niente in advance of the dick magic.

That's a wrap on this attempt at distracting then doing the champagne-bottle-quarter-turn on the soul saffron. Strong navigating is in today's crosshairs.