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Reaping Short Terms Benefits

Reaping short terms benefits... before marital savings bond matured as a then quinquagenarian. Courtesy gerontologists medical practitioners allowing, enabling, and providing the elderly population to live longer and healthier lives. Linkedin with longevity loosely translates to resurgent libido spurring older folks predilection to participate in sexual intimacy. The downside (if such be the proper word) regarding senior citizens becoming or remaining flush with embodied physical attraction Gerontophilia barely alive as buzzfeeding colloquialism, nevertheless advertently, intermittently, and unwittingly received jump/kick starting excitement here at Highland Manor, especially scooter bound population looking to spice her/his life courtesy young stud or hottie (stepping out pages of some sexy glamourous magazine) secretly strategizing how to entice lure, and understand "grandma" or "grandpa" as ideal bed fellow. An old geezer like yours truly, would roll out his Scottish welcome mat (comprised of Harris tweed material) readily and willingly welcoming respite from a young gal responsive to such juvenile, trashy, material devoid of absolute zero with neither, pride and prejudice apropos of maturity, sense and sensibility, nor wit and wisdom as the following banal folderol nominal representative sample exemplifies what he frequently posted on the fledgling Internet back during the heyday of electronic chat rooms. COMPAQ PRESARIO desktop (little tower - revolutionary computer back in 1999 -) chugged along (think the engine that could exhaustively repeating the mantra "I think I can, I think I can" in order to facilitate wheels that go round n around like a twirling clown or a psychedelic school bus while painted ponies go up and down... optimally operating like well greased levers to reverse a frown analogous to gingerbread man happy as a clam satisfactorily baked to perfection a colorful character uniformly imbrown similar to persons of color found within outer limits along edge of night of twilight zone in the heart of motown. No harem meant by the following excerpts amalgamated, doctored, hewn, linkedin, and sanitized version from outdated prefabricated plundered digital broadcasts talentless dearth as profundity and/or qualifying as reasonable rhyme, I do forthrightly bewail paucity of thought provoking perspective dill liver rd by Clyde S Dale whimsical wordy zesty email nothing ventured equates to no gain nor any cause to fail searching far and wide for something akin to a holy grail in the guise of a femme fatale wherever she may hale even if my search finds me ferreting out jail masterfully baited ...ha...ha...hmm... this steely irony male merely Joe King riddler, one lone ranger high in his blazing saddle exclaiming "Hi-yo Silver" cuz tis a violation of pure innocence to snatch Vestal Virgin before age of consent, and also ill eagle, whar rum may n daze existence locked behind iron rail bars with razor wire in n attempt to scale the bulwarks n escape - bush whacking a trail only to return to bedlam and discover vis-à-vis a  perspicacious wife who did bemoan and wail yours truly his indiscretion. Fingers property handsome beau thrum while poetic feet quiver like fingers on a taut bow with anticipation to hear soft sure footed white or black crow sitting on telephone wire talons didst flow and crackle with electricity thru wired connection courtesy smooth bore little arquebus and spindleshanks characterized bozo weird friendship can grow like a super fresh field viz organic olive garden of eat'n plump with organic food betwixt yar thatch n my lil hoe property of common Joe fully cognizant and in the know scheming to experience whet dreams are made analogous to tightly, lovingly, and exquisitely fit together game pieces manufactured by lego finished product resembling mistletoe illicit affair indubitably, ineluctably, invariably causing woe. After primal desire fired away I returned home to the missus without delay the scorned wife mine hide she did flay when divorce sought, she did nay say.

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