NO WAY! They say taste is subjective, but in this case YOU'RE A FREAK.
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NO WAY! They say taste is subjective, but in this case YOU'RE A FREAK.
I lived in Charleston for over half my life. Great place!
For some of us, the ocean feels like home. Can't really explain it, just a very deep, emotional, undeniable pull. It centers me. No matter what is going on, a few hours in the waves, and all negativity fades away. I emerge calm, energized, and content. Totally at peace, and all is right with the world. Just thinking about it puts me in a better mood!
Right? I was disappointed in those.
Didn't like those at all!
I lived in Charleston for over half my life. Great place!
For some of us, the ocean feels like home. Can't really explain it, just a very deep, emotional, undeniable pull. It centers me. No matter what is going on, a few hours in the waves, and all negativity fades away. I emerge calm, energized, and content. Totally at peace, and all is right with the world. Just thinking about it puts me in a better mood!
Right? I was disappointed in those.
Didn't like those at all!
The dunes, at night. Wow, that brings back teenage memories.
Did I just say that?
The dunes, at night. Wow, that brings back teenage memories.
Did I just say that?
You did and it was rife with innuendo! I bet you made some sand castles and made s'mores with Frankie and Annette and it was groovy!
I hear ya. It just splits focus and the sand castle suffers. Plus, when you combine food with that, you get sand in your food and you end up sitting out little bits and look silly and kind of like a slob. You don't want to throw it away cause its still good food and you hope you can just spit out the sand but then inevitably you swallow some sand and it tastes gross because its sand. The next day is good because sand, lets face it, it's like fiber on steroids and it takes everything with it so you walk around with a spring in your step after your morning ablutions.
No no, Thank you! Some times I ramble. Like last summer I was talking to old Mrs. Perry down the street and we were talking about property taxes. Apparently some time between the beginning of my rambling tirade (about bottom feeding democrats and soul sucking republicans) and the end 30 minutes later she passed out from either heat stroke or boredom (I say heat stroke, my wife says boredom) and I never even noticed. She was slinkying down the stairs slowly (head over heels, head over heals, head over heals). A neighbor across the street told me and it took like 5 minutes for her to hit the bottom and I never would have noticed but she landed on the milk delivery from Oberwies and made quite a racket. So I called an ambulance, turned the hose on her to cool her off and regaled her with an overview of my trip to the Wisconsin Dells water park while we waited. So, long story short, if I ramble too much just tell me to shut up. That's what my grandma used to tell me.
Cuccos mailbox is full. You are too popular
Opened up some room. Will try to open up more tomorrow.
I was out with my son getting him new running shoes. 3 years ago, he was this shy, socially awkward skinny kid we couldn't to stop playing his xbox to go play outside. Now he's this handsome 175lb muscular wrestler who can't stop lifting weights and working out.. Thank goodness he's still a little socially clueless because girls hit on him all the time and he isn't ready for all that yet.
Both my sons are over 6 feet tall and weigh about the same. Im 5' 2" and about 4 years ago weighed about 105. Every time we 3 went out which was at least once a week, we would get odd looks. Finally someone said are those your sons or bodyguards. LOL, I guess a small woman with 2 handsome large young men looked odd. Most boys out of their age dont hang out with their moms.
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