Hi Randy D~ Just between you and me, 1,4, and 8 don't appear to have sammich-making traits. Their minds are elsewhere. #8 looks like she is slicing butter which leads into other things to create. I'm not even going to attempt what is going on in the mind of #1 and #4 is well beyond your age-ranking score. :) :)
Merlie, #8 (Clemie) is not slicing butter; it's cheese. Even though any woman (ok, women) who wants her piece of Randy Candy has to be a true sandwich-maker, it's difficult to take one's mind completely off of me during the average 24-hour period. If they seem distracted while making my sandwiches, it's only because they're concentrating on the mutual pleasure that will take place soon . . .
Randy Candy?? Is this the secret additive to your sandwich ingredients that make womEn wild? What form does that come in? Crispy? Smooth? Liquid? Squishy? I'm guessing not creamy like mayonnaise or avocado. I also noticed who is on top. What are you suggesting? Are you a submissive piece of meat? Hmmmm. I find that a slice on the slight side...
Just as I figured. Very moldable for each woman's desire.
...Just a quick note. The first time I heard Sade, I was beyond amazed. Then I saw her and was speechless. The only way I could think to describe her voice was "smooth, warm, melted chocolate." Calling her the whole package deal sounds cheap and would be degrading. She is beyond.
This post was edited by Merlin at October 8, 2019 6:35 AM MDT
When you aren't getting the responses you desire, the curtains are closed, the limo rides are denied, and they are hudling at the end of the answerMug lunch table with firecrackers and tidles coming out of their heads. When they stopped caring about their grammar and don't wear those pumps or teddies. When they stopped carrying your briefcase... but the most endearing sign that you know it is over with ALL of them is when you started receiving PINK button downs and polos and socks and briefs and found a spray paint bottle threatening your car yesterday morning. These are all definite signs.
Wait, there were limos? No one ever told me there were limos! Why didn’t I ever get the limo memo? See, it’s just like I’ve said all along: there’s a big conspiracy against me . . .