Please leave a message after the beep.If I do not return your call, you are one of the changes."I just took a leaflet out of my mailbox, informing me ...hat I can have sex at 66.I'm so happy, because I live at number 72.So it's not too far to walk home afterwards.And it's the same side of the street.I don't even have to cross the road!Aspire to inspire before you expire.My wife and I had words, but I didn't get to use mine.Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses.Blessed. One night it was the start of winter Samantha wanted me to stay over and keep her mom company while she worked as. bartender at a local night club! I agreed an stay at her house,ms Trisha was happy she would not be alone and wanted to hang out. We had acouple beers and watched tv. She was wearing yoga pants (that I could never figure out how she squeeze her giant ass cheeks in) and a light blue tank top with no bra. Samantha told me her moms boobs were 42L and by the way her tank top squeezed. A bit of a Texas twang broke through. Not one of those friendly kinds of accents but the one a Texas Ranger says to someone he’s about to shoot. “Yeah, that’s me.” He squinted harder and followed with, “Wait, I know you.” I laughed, a sound I know some have likened to silver bells ringing, likely the effect of ten years of voice lessons as a chi1d.“You sure do. And I also know you’re smart enough to know I’m not some hooker. You and your boys fucked me good the other night and I liked it. I. He wiped his face and turned back to his captive who was trying to get away. Luke would have been impressed if he hadn’t been so angry. Angry at himself for not seeing the ambush sooner, angry at Stella for dying, and angry at the fuckhead who had led her into the ambush in the first place. At least Luke could get some revenge on this fucker anyway.“Well, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” asked Luke as he kicked the man’s leg out from under him and then stepped on the.