The tour of “Cecil’s Own” private reserve microbrew brewery was the coolest. I especially liked the burly sweaty men who couldn’t keep their hands off of me. The way they kept handing me fresh beers and chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies while carressing and stroking me. Oh my!
What I enjoy the most though is the private beach retreat Cecil gave me the key to and said go enjoy anytime. It’s great to call up and have the limo come take me to the private jet and whisk me away to the beach.
Hello to Ms Ann Thrope and Sharky. (Already said howdy to P_T_ elsewhere). If it isn’t one of those “if we tell you we’ll have to kill you” things, are you three refugees/alumni from the same message board?
Now…FYI, for future reference. There’s a “code” tag.
[ code ]stuff goes here [ /code ] except you leave out the spaces. It renders in monospace type, including spacebar spaces, which lets you do stuff like this:
I wouldn’t say that… but if you insist on saying it yourself…mmm…
ai… Too difficult sentence for me…
if you whoosh yourself… (see above) How can that be bettered?
Yes… And when you then have your double eyes - like I have them in sorts and shapes - then you shall find the truth about The Mad Arab. Who came down to this board under his true name Aldebaran and reveiled himself to be the author of the Adipocere, a historical document that was falsely renamed Necronomicon by some History Rewriter.
*I really should read that book some day because who knows what other horrific twists of the truth it spreads … *
Salaam. A
