Cougar cub

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I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
I love you more than I know how.
Cougar cub

Cock stropping retro science fiction is making me gag.

I'm having a post gag reaction to some of the more odorous of the 1930-1960s 'science' fiction. Cock stropping young men all ready to poke with fist, gun or penis that which needs poked as long as it's a cardboard villain or moronic bimbo. This is the worst of them I think. The only moral is intelligence is for losers who make the guns for the real cock mongers to 'get things done." There are good science fiction stories in that era but they're tragically few.
Cougar cub

Vacation ending

And I think I've lounged around enough. I conveniently forgot my encrypted usb stick somewhere. I'm sure the NSA will crack it like a nut. Why I have no idea but I hope they enjoy ascii pr0n.

I managed to dredge up the assword to LJ so I have a feeble yet enduring means of communication.
Cougar cub

Mini-story

I told a blind friend once he needed a 640x480 pin board that could do 30 frame rate animation. He said WTF for?!? I said porn. He said "I'd rather pay for that in person."
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