Samantha jumped on my back and crawled up to my shoulders."Hey Sam! Where's Simon?" We broke up. Am I too much for you?" She had grown over the summer...and it was in all the right places. Too much?"Hell, no! Hang on and let's go get us some chickens!" I wrapped my arms around her legs and had a sudden realization of how incredibly smooth they were. There was no hair at all. I'd never really noticed Sam's legs before. Now they were all I could notice. We quickly discovered that Lionel's height. This was heaven. It must be. And yet... "Jon... We... We have to get up." Nnngh. Why." Because if we don't, we never will." That sounds okay." We'll just melt into a puddle together and never be able to move again." I'd like to be in a puddle with you. I'd like to be just one flesh with you. No you anymore, and no me either. Just us." I'd like that too, but puddles can't hold down jobs." Why would we care? We'd be a puddle." Jon, please. We can't."He was silent for a long time. Then he gave a. The woman had, long ago when her daughter Beersheba was little more than a baby, committed the same sin as had Elizabeth’s sister, and for this she led the life she did, halfway between that of a slave and an animal. Beersheba, a year younger than Elizabeth, ran out to greet and the two girls, bosom friends since childhood, embraced. Mister Ackroyd was in his cider shed, filling the last of four pottery demi-johns from the barrel, and when Elizabeth knelt for his blessing, he smiled down at her. Remember: Don’t make old people mad! We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.These are compliments of Pat WWayyyyy back at the dawn of T.V. A man walked into an agent’s office for an audition, as he had a strong desire to be an actor.He acted, he sang, he danced, he told jokes, and did pratfalls, after which the agent said.“You’ve got a lot of talent. Whats your name?”“Penis Van Lesbian, Sir.”“Excuse me? What did you say?”“Penis Van Lesbian”“You CAN’T.