Salut, honey bunches of oats’s!
First off, let me clarify that my disappearance into the abyss of the unknown (i.e. lack of spastic communication) was the result of a visit to St. John’s College in Santa Fe.
My dear friend’s boyfriend has disappeared, wound his undies into an extremely tight bunch, it seems, and I have been advising her on how to both figuratively and literally coax his drawers out of their chastity bundle. Tada! Voila! And presto! Also, shabang!!! I should be the next Aunt whatever-her-face is, the one that people write to for advice. Yes, indeed, I have found my calling. Sound the horns! Toot the trumpets!!! She has just acquired two fuzzy kittens, so I told her that in times of desperation, there is always bestiality to turn to. Hohoho, how not-funny am I?
Speaking of cats: there is a mountain lion in town. With cubs!!! And it lives in my arrondissement. I know!!!
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