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Circa January 2010 Bell Tower and Carillon

Twittered Via Chilled Wren At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit extra-marital affair I embolden tomb ache elicit, and baldly bare faced laid out some of the sordid details clear embarrassed at one escapade in particular constituting dear peppy's questing randy romping caper necessitating vigilance 'ere a park ranger, (or other unsuspecting winter weather way Farer attired in gear adequately bundled cold as a witch's tit seasoned trooper) reluctantly repeated here (unforgettable if only be cause this "FAKE" Casanova ace thee Missus i.e.wife) did conversationally chase beseeched, hen pecked, and implored me NOT to erase boot to recount with (itty bitty) Monty Python glory, a straight face, that one particular amazingly grace obviously penned up, and not in the write mind (pre poetry daze), which scurrilous anecdote did (and still does) in vite guffawing, sans peculiar public philandering, with atavistic cave man designs tried to unite where daunting phallus spite confronting Arctic Vortex when right lee let loose from pants froze like a little popsicle quite purposely remained flaccid leaving me in a penile plight when trying to hump (standing up like a good Knight comically ridiculous travesty) With Barbara B****, light of adventurous Green Beret spirit, the Unabashed MILF about average height fifty years, whose busty bosom silicone breast implants tell tale viz radiation and chemo therapy fight (resulting from post Ductal Carcinoma in situ) needless to tell nary an erectile spell Asper tinker soldier tailor spy didst quell basic animal instinct, and feral gonadal horniness with intent to consummate sexual intercourse according tummy ought to occur, cuz that blustery air mirroring said day when hell nearly froze over invoking intervention from Cain and/or Abel. Thus when prick remained limp and nearly frost bitten (at a boulder christened cock rock), aye frostily smitten slogging wet sneakers, thru knee high snow...now, no mo' tubby written.

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