I’m in the clear; I haven’t traveled to jolly old England in more than six years, and none of my attempts at luring NJ to Southern California were ever successful. Besides, she’d be useless in my basement, instead of gloriously delicious sandwiches, she’d only make fish and chips or bangers and mash. Uggghh.
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It’s ok, Savvy Baby; Jane S Baby is still a little miffed that despite all of my heartfelt attempts, she has never been afforded her long-sought romantic rendezvous with me. It causes her to lash out incoherently in some type of libido-restricted Tourette’s Syndrome. I haven’t analyzed her fully, but as soon as I can, I plan to give her a full-body exam. Pay her no mind. (Cough, cough.)
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I know, right? I just hope I’ll be able to help her before she’s too far gone.
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Perhaps Savvy assumes that I’m more pliable than you fellows, more easily manipulated. (She’s in for a surprise if she thinks that way.)
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Which posts?
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You’re becoming unhinged. Perhaps I need to administer a full-body exam on you too. Please disrobe and lie down on this butcher paper while I heat up the massage oils . . .
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So you’re offering to exam me instead? Well, it’s a bit unconventional, but I’ll allow it. I like it just above room temp on the massage oils, please.
*Begins to disrobe and heads for the butcher paper . . .
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