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Fingers typing on a keyboard, the shadow of my hand circling above the keys, a momentary glance at a mainly white screen with basic text headlining the sites name and functions.
A pause for the thought for inspiration to carry on the visions and surroundings, an itch begins to tickle right in the middle of my nut sack, I'm ignoring it so I can finish typing. Yet I paused for a moment to scratch a stronger itch on my chest.....The itch on my sack has gone now and I didn't even scratch it.
I ponder making home made sausages for tomorrows meal when we will have company coming for tea, I'm wondering what ingredients to use to bring out the flavours.
Bored now am I. |
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"Nowt wrong with a bldy good ponder every now n then."
I hear quiite a lot went off in Bonanza, they were always at the Ponderosa.
She must have been one fit mexicali woman.
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