can sperm un-commingled with egg really feel fleshed out?
@ bob:
just as cow's milk is calibrated for calves, I would bet a buck that horse semen best serves in fulfillyment of the equine constitution.
@ CK MacLeod:
If you don't like that, you may not love this, even extra-spicy.
@ Scott Miller: mais, oui.
I want all to laugh, I want all to dance I want all to have fun like a bunch of crazies
and the stars we could reach were just starfish on the beach
@ Scott Miller:
if you can piss out your starfish you might be devolving.
yoga puddle sounds like it would be perfect after cheese flies.
try the venerable.
if you can't, as I am, be made of green rubber, maybe on date night you can wear some!
pretty interesting idea about an interesting guy, but where's the hook?
what do you find in Plimpton that gonna grab today's movie-going audience?
@ Scott Miller: wasn't planning on stringing you. thought you might enjoy the story... and the Sidd name thing always struck me as a good gag.
it's been 25 years since the end of the career of yoga-trained Mets pitcher Sidd Finch. Best fastball ever.
bog brother thanks you.
Scott, you still selling the book?
@Tsar.... why not include it in the "by a contender" list? there's probably enough room to squeeze it in.
lovely thoughts and writing, Scott, and you looked like you were seriously in shape when you were still alive.
Last couple of years,mrs. fuster been medical director of the camp and I've had to stay home and dog-sit. last year the niece also went. this year, the nephew will be in the house and I get to go... assuming the mrs' health permits any of us to go.
hopefully volunteering a week to work at camp for kids with multiple sclerosis.
you're so skilled at using words descriptively that pix may be superflux.
can sperm un-commingled with egg really feel fleshed out?
@ bob:
just as cow's milk is calibrated for calves, I would bet a buck that horse semen best serves in fulfillyment of the equine constitution.
@ CK MacLeod:
If you don't like that, you may not love this, even extra-spicy.
@ Scott Miller:
mais, oui.
I want all to laugh, I want all to dance
I want all to have fun like a bunch of crazies
and the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach
@ Scott Miller:
if you can piss out your starfish you might be devolving.
yoga puddle sounds like it would be perfect after cheese flies.
try the venerable.
@ CK MacLeod:
if you can't, as I am, be made of green rubber, maybe on date night you can wear some!
@ Scott Miller:
pretty interesting idea about an interesting guy, but where's the hook?
what do you find in Plimpton that gonna grab today's movie-going audience?
@ Scott Miller:
wasn't planning on stringing you. thought you might enjoy the story... and the Sidd name thing always struck me as a good gag.
it's been 25 years since the end of the career of yoga-trained Mets pitcher Sidd Finch. Best fastball ever.
bog brother thanks you.
Scott, you still selling the book?
@Tsar.... why not include it in the "by a contender" list? there's probably enough room to squeeze it in.
@ Scott Miller:
lovely thoughts and writing, Scott, and you looked like you were seriously in shape when you were still alive.
@ CK MacLeod:
Last couple of years,mrs. fuster been medical director of the camp and I've had to stay home and dog-sit. last year the niece also went.
this year, the nephew will be in the house and I get to go... assuming the mrs' health permits any of us to go.
hopefully volunteering a week to work at camp for kids with multiple sclerosis.
you're so skilled at using words descriptively that pix may be superflux.