*smiles*. I just need cushions. I love what I have. But the swing has definitely seen better days. I bought it seconds hand, and I I've done repairs, but it's looking pretty bad.
There were about fifty people waiting at the community center/firehall, and they all got TWO meats, good haul, and I'm glad the box I lost was just blue colored drink of some kind in a little plastic barrel looked like a keg, but it just EXPLODED on the interstate, kinda pretty.
No time good for your jokes
laughing go for it....
Couch this good time for my french joke?
what's her story?
I bet! I don't think I've ever had that kind of dust. Just Canadian Fires last year that drove us all back inside. *Laughs*.
I posted 8 choices...2 placeholders for track and field once we figure out why they aren't on the website list.
I hear you about the meat, I can haul 42 boxes on my Tundra, only had 37, anyway, I didn't stack that side and was doing seventy, laughing, folking was waiting!
True true vaaash all in fun bantering 😀😃
good for you
really
laughin....yeah france is about 6 hours ahead of us....5 hours east coast
nawwwww... just retain what I hear pretty well.
Eat rocks Copper ☺☺☺☺☺
I'm glad your plants are doing well, and heard you earlier today talking about new lawn furniture, dang, it does wither with age a bit,Ahhh, sometimes it's worth refinishing, who knows, oh yeah, you do!
bouncing by ~~>i was gonna say, might be the alternator, could be the coil. but that's what i always say. leave it to an engineer to come up with something so esoteric as the fuel filter.
~s~seriously, though, i'm sure your neighbor was delighted ...
you're probably righthow do you know all this..dang girl..you must read day n night
as usual... the good folk hanging and talking ragtime
Inside
"Yeah, but you can't really trust the innanet," she applied a mysterious sass to the last word. "Where everyone's just trying to hustle. The last time I extended any sorta trust I ended up losing all my accounts and had to start over, it was a whole thing."It turned into some bot account pretending to be Elon and selling crypto or whatever, it was a mess. When you said she looked fantastic, however… "Yo chat was that rizz?! Someone clip that."
Nobody was clipping that.
Qalli caught her breath and started towards a seat, only to follow your gesture to her phone — glaring lenses on a diminutive head on top of three long legs like it was War of the Worlds. "What, that? That's just—"
She waffled uncomfortably and reached over to work a plastic latch on the back of the device holding the phone in place.
The screen reflected the two of them, whirling in a blur of pixels overlaid by the streaming interface with a pathetic viewcount, one of two people chatting and they might just be talking about something completely unrelated. "…hang on it always lags out when I… this stupid phone is so slow…"
A few seconds later, it was back to the home screen. "Hey, not all of us are famous rappers, ya know. It's a struggle out there!"
Getting situated was just a matter of breaking the empty tripod down and simply setting it down next to her bag, getting comfortable and looking over your entire getup, with the fur and the headband and — wait, what? "Aren't you, like, dying in this heat with that? I'm sooo hot-blooded I barely survive every summer."
France right couch partly voo doo fracee?? Mayonaise and french fries