Thursday, April 27, 2006
WHEREIN THE FAIR-HAIRED MAN LAUGHS RUEFULLY AS THE DARK-HAIRED ONE MAKES A CRACK ABOUT HITTING ON A PRETTY GIRL; THEN THEY PUT ON THEIR SPEEDOS AND CAVORT, GLISTENING, IN THE SUN. SAYS THE BLOND: WHY YES, I'D CARRY YOUR CRAWFISH ANYWHERE: By request, a TAR thread to discuss the antics of your favorite tired oldsters, self-loving beardsters, quietly-bickering tracksters, and belligerent yellster/misshapen headster, and the non-antic palpable yearning of one Eric (or Jeremy) for the unsuspecting Jeremy (or Eric).
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