Kittenheels54
Good Girl 😇
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2024
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- 58
Mine is because I love those slippers with the fur on the top & tiny heels..54 is my age
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Never tried ether - I understand it leaves a helluva headache? I generally don’t even drink alcohol, nowadays, and other than vitamins, minerals & caffeine just eat and drink.Or just floating around in the ether
Your folks were avant-garde, with them tildes!Easy, it’s my name.
I added those, just for looksYour folks were avant-garde, with them tildes!
My libido crashed through the cellar floor when I went on mine.My libido went through the roof when I went off anti-depressants.
Clearly, I’m a sexy senior man. In excellent shape, distinguished (I’m told), wise and kind and an encourager.
Thanks, Somethingnew1124!Clearly, I’m a sexy senior man. In excellent shape, distinguished (I’m told), wise and kind and an encourager.
I will still picture you in your flannel sipping whiskey. I chose to forget all the rest!Imagine my disappointment when I discovered a whiskey jack was a small songbird and not some big, hulky, flannel-clad whiskey harvester, going off into the whiskey forests to chop down the whiskey trees to collect the whiskey inside. Oh well.
Your welcomeThanks, Somethingnew1124
Your welcome
I love the part where you added that you are an encourager. It has nothing to do with your name, but you added it. I thought is was very sweet.
I think the time has come where we have that talk about where whisky comes from.When I was a kid there was a (now-defunct) minor league baseball team called the Thunder Bay Whiskey Jacks in Thunder Bay, Ontario. I didn't live anywhere near Ontario, but I just thought it was the most bad-ass name I'd ever heard. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered a whiskey jack was a small songbird and not some big, hulky, flannel-clad whiskey harvester, going off into the whiskey forests to chop down the whiskey trees to collect the whiskey inside. Oh well.
Surely you know of the whiskeyjack's legendary thievery? A friend claims one once stole a pound of kielbasa off a picnic table in Algonquin Provincial Park. (There may have been whisky involved as well).When I was a kid there was a (now-defunct) minor league baseball team called the Thunder Bay Whiskey Jacks in Thunder Bay, Ontario. I didn't live anywhere near Ontario, but I just thought it was the most bad-ass name I'd ever heard. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered a whiskey jack was a small songbird and not some big, hulky, flannel-clad whiskey harvester, going off into the whiskey forests to chop down the whiskey trees to collect the whiskey inside. Oh well.
I knew I liked you!Easy, it’s my name.