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Fucktard Resistance League
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You mean the pic above? Catherine whipped up a cheese, onion, salami, and homemade aioli sammie (toasted under the broiler) for snacks yesterday afternoon. Yumm.
RFN? We just fired up the bong. ![]() ![]() |
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Nice and nice!
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Fucktard Resistance League
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Well . . . not exactly.
![]() Fortunately, my nephew has quite a wide collection of friends. Hell, everywhere we go - LITERALLY everywhere we go, people stop him and want to chat or drink a beer together. We walked down Sosua beach looking for a place to eat dinner at sunset this evening and along the way we met five or six people who wanted to say hello. A store owner/friend of his gave me a deal on some tourist t-shirts. On the drive home through town, two different people stopped us in the road to chat a bit. It's like old home week around here, every day. ![]() ![]() |
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A summer cold is a different animal,
He wants to share your summer fun but you don't want him to. So, yeah. Some cootified fuck on flight one or flight two shared his/her germs with me, and a few days later I'm one sick puppy. Never fails. Why me, Jebus!?? Bad, scratchy throat yesterday; lung funk today. After wandering around Cabarete beach this afternoon, and enjoying lunch by the ocean, we came home and I slept for four fucking hours with the fan on "hurricane." Wheee. Bought some expectorant and Nyquill. I shall sleep the sleep of the dead tonight and hopefully will rise a bit less wiped out in the morning. ![]() By the way, during our travels this afternoon, we ran across another three or four people my nephew knows. Literally . . . driving past a construction site, two guys came out to the road to visit. Someone having lunch at the restaurant was one of Catherine's good friends. What the hell!? Who is this guy? James Bond? |
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