The final entry was once posted at the Daily Slab with an immortal caption (which I paraphrase in mortal memory), "Come on back down to the raft, Huck, darlin'."
The first, the goddy screamjock in his summer pond, is immortal on its own, and varies only in the volume of laundry we find on the branches. Here's a test of what would be ridiculous: labouring endless hours in one's imagination, to conceive a more perfect lad, compared with packing up a change of shorts and simply heading out to find him.
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#2 would be a nice suprise when in the Great Outdoors YUM!!
The final entry was once posted at the Daily Slab with an immortal caption (which I paraphrase in mortal memory), "Come on back down to the raft, Huck, darlin'."
The first, the goddy screamjock in his summer pond, is immortal on its own, and varies only in the volume of laundry we find on the branches. Here's a test of what would be ridiculous: labouring endless hours in one's imagination, to conceive a more perfect lad, compared with packing up a change of shorts and simply heading out to find him.
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