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Hey, it's GA of the so-called Chosen People checking in! How are you on this fine, so-called day?
Strangely enough, this morning I found myself drawn to a so-called German Shepherd. He was on a leash. Well, I wasn't drawn to it but it seems my inner cave girl was feeling lonely... so I reached into my pocket to entice him with a so-called dog biscuit, then remembered I don't have a dog. Lucky thing.
Here's the so-called reason...
See what I mean?
Now, the so-called leader of the Hoboken Housing Authority Resident Advisory Board/Tenant Association knows a lot about the so-called Chosen (my people).
In fact, I was just going through some of my old Playdog Centerfolds, to figure out which I'd most like to distinctly lick my festering sores. It was tough.
There was Mr. March...
He looks like he could handle at least a half-a-dozen festering sores.
Then there's Mr. October...
I'll bet he's never turned down a so-called consenting sore.
Or Mr. May...
My goodness, he's just begging for a tap on a so-called willing festering sore.
But, ya know there's too much of a good thing....
Mr. July could use some some hair of the so-called dog.
Well, a lonely cave consort could have lots of fun with Mr. September... just remember gals, to B.Y.O.F.L. (Bring Your Own Fig Leaf) and B.Y.O.F.S. (Bring Your Own Festering Sores).
Ladies, are you in touch with your inner cave gal?
Neither am I.