He hesitated and then stuck out his hand. "Deal."I took it and said, "I think I'll let you do my horse trading for me, you old horse thief. You knew I...d need more acreage didn't you?"He cackled. "I kinda figured you would. Kinda hard to make a 27-acre horse ranch profitable." I did okay," I said. "You expected to get $600,000 for the 80 acres, didn't you?"He cackled again. "Guilty as charged. You're not a bad horse trader yourself. You beat me out of $50,000. 'Course considering the cost to. “Literally every waking second is dedicated to gooning,” writes MinimumCycle6. “I am hopelessly addicted to Instagram goddesses to the point that I’m worshipping their very presence. They give me happiness, pleasure and relief. Their presence allows me to forget the real world.” One person who identifies as non-binary, but was assigned female at birth and wished to remain anonymous, says they experienced goon burnout. “When I first started, it was about three to four hours a day along with my. I responded that I will meet her where it was easiest for her. She mentioned the time and the location of the public restroom, and she told me what she would be wearing so I would know who to look for. I told her I will be there. I decided to take the city bus rather than drive my car, not knowing if I would be followed, or if my personal information may be traced through the car license plate, who knows, but I wanted to make sure it was really a no strings arrangement, so I took the extra. Anyway, she came out of the shower still drying her golden curls. She wore her hair short for convenience, I suppose. But it was so curly it was adorable. This time she was wearing a teeshirt (with no bra!) and cut-off jeans. No shoes. This was getting better and better. We got down to working on a special project I was working on that had to do with fractal calculations. Not interesting to you, but it took a lot of mind energy and we worked hard at it for 2 hours. Then, she said we needed a.