I love to hear the crack of a wooden paddle on snug-fitting jeans. So does Bacall.
I shared our fondness for that rifle crack sound with a gal on social media. She replied
omg yesss the way that sharp CRACK echoes when it smacks my jeans right on the sweet spot. gets me so fucking wet instantly
Since we quit traveling, she feels no need for denim. She now buys slacks that she thinks will be fun to paddled in. Thin and smooth. She will come to wherever I happen to be and ask me to feel how good they feel. Half the time, she will bring along a paddle. Life is good.
There zero comments on the Paul Thorn tune I showcased last week, I Guess I Will Stay Married. How about Can't Find My Way Home" written by Steve Winwood that was released by Blind Faith on their 1969 album. 1969! The year Bacall and I married. This version by Haley Reinhart is remarkable for the shorts she is wearing. Woof.
When Bacall retired, the DOW was 10,000. It just passed 50,000.
Personal achievement - I fixed Colorado Chile Stew yesterday. I remembered not to rub my eyes or touch my Johnson after handling the dried chiles.
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