“With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.”
Perhaps I should get in touch with my Inner White Chick and threaten to move to Canada too....where I am sure to touch some white chicks.I'd rather go all balls-out and threaten to move to Europe though. (And who am I kidding, it would be straight to Amsterdam for me.)
Amsterdam sounds killer. But we'd probably be dead within a week. Too much of a good thing and all that.
Ahhhh....1972 Vondal Park, AmsterdamWent in.....didn't come out for two and a half weeks. Oops not true, one visit to the Heiniken factory.
ROFL..enough Heinnies and you may think you're in Amsterdam.
Probably, but what a way to go :)
No Morgan, I really was there, but we only left the park one time. Had EVERYTHING we needed right in the park. LOL
No kidding. I'll take any excuse to get my hiney to Amsterdam.
Micky-T, that is too funny. I have an friend who has made several trips to Amsterdam with his partner. He never told us what he does other than to say it was "fun." I'll bet...
Or you could get some heiney in Amsterdam, Christopher. ;-)
Nah, I've never been the type to pay for it...but then maybe I wouldn't have to. I'd still be afraid. A friend of mine went to Amsterdam. Everybody else just wanted to know if he smoked pot, but all I wanted to know was whether he visited the red light district. Go figure.Anyway, his eyes got wide and all he'd say was, "I'll never look at chicken the same way." That's the scary thing about Amsterdam heiney: you might catch something. Like salmonella.
That's a disturbing story. But you know what they say: Erotic is using a feather; kinky is using the whole chicken. I never have understood guys who paid for sex. It seems kind of creepy to me.
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