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Dtmccameron
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Not that it is in any way related, but does it seem a bit…odd to you that the so called ‘gentlemen’s clubs’ must offer free buffettes to get patrons?
Now then, the other day, Independence day as a matter of fact, my Tio had his birthday, so it was a cause for extra beer, food, and with the customary explosives.
Tio himself looked fine, stooped with age, skin burnt by years working under the blazing sun, but oh, those wrinkles…What expression is in those wrinkles. There’s a grace to the working man.
But it was not for him that I places a sad face next to the title, no, it was for the sake of my cousines.
The Twins in particular. Twins always amaze me, I never get tired of the sheer spectacle, but…
Well, both you see are strikingly beautiful, and it prides me that such beauty is in my family, and gladdens my heart that it’s in the world, period. But their (they’re oh, fifteen or so by the way) looks haven’t gone unnoticed, and now one is with child.
And though some might be upset at the matter of so young (and unwed) a child being herself pregnant, still the sight of an woman with child never ceases to fill me with awe. Few more lovely sights in the world, I feel.
But it was even not for her that the face does frown, but rather, for her sister.
I’m the sort of fellow who (to myself) mutter at the shortness of dresses, the low cut necklines, and other such immodest attributes of costume, even on dresses much of the world would consider quite decent.
No such extremism was required here. The bottom of the dress was only several inches bellow the buttocks, and the cut, Gah! The cut! T’was nearly to her navel!
You’ve all undoubtedly seen the indecent dresses they have about, revealing much too much of the woman’s cleavage? Well, I’d scarcely call this cleavage, it was…practically nudity!
And this child…smoking!!! …Oh well. I was warned very clearly to not protest to the various illegal and unadvisable acts that would be displayed throughout the night, but…
I don’t wonder so much who I am, but rather, where my place is. Caught in a queer limbo between veritable nobody and duty held shepherd of God’s children, I don’t know what would be right of me to do.
So I did nothing. Such is my sin (such always is my sin
)
Ah well. laughs They sure did change since the first time I saw them, this being the second time. God will provide, I suppose.
Umm…I’m not even sure why I told you all this…Ah! I know! I must surely have been to request your prayers on the behalf of my family! Yeah, that’s the ticket! Many thanks!
Now then, the other day, Independence day as a matter of fact, my Tio had his birthday, so it was a cause for extra beer, food, and with the customary explosives.
Tio himself looked fine, stooped with age, skin burnt by years working under the blazing sun, but oh, those wrinkles…What expression is in those wrinkles. There’s a grace to the working man.
But it was not for him that I places a sad face next to the title, no, it was for the sake of my cousines.
The Twins in particular. Twins always amaze me, I never get tired of the sheer spectacle, but…
Well, both you see are strikingly beautiful, and it prides me that such beauty is in my family, and gladdens my heart that it’s in the world, period. But their (they’re oh, fifteen or so by the way) looks haven’t gone unnoticed, and now one is with child.
And though some might be upset at the matter of so young (and unwed) a child being herself pregnant, still the sight of an woman with child never ceases to fill me with awe. Few more lovely sights in the world, I feel.
But it was even not for her that the face does frown, but rather, for her sister.
I’m the sort of fellow who (to myself) mutter at the shortness of dresses, the low cut necklines, and other such immodest attributes of costume, even on dresses much of the world would consider quite decent.
No such extremism was required here. The bottom of the dress was only several inches bellow the buttocks, and the cut, Gah! The cut! T’was nearly to her navel!
You’ve all undoubtedly seen the indecent dresses they have about, revealing much too much of the woman’s cleavage? Well, I’d scarcely call this cleavage, it was…practically nudity!
And this child…smoking!!! …Oh well. I was warned very clearly to not protest to the various illegal and unadvisable acts that would be displayed throughout the night, but…
I don’t wonder so much who I am, but rather, where my place is. Caught in a queer limbo between veritable nobody and duty held shepherd of God’s children, I don’t know what would be right of me to do.
So I did nothing. Such is my sin (such always is my sin
)Ah well. laughs They sure did change since the first time I saw them, this being the second time. God will provide, I suppose.
Umm…I’m not even sure why I told you all this…Ah! I know! I must surely have been to request your prayers on the behalf of my family! Yeah, that’s the ticket! Many thanks!
