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My rocks have been good to me for 53 years. There is NO WAY I will touch a "Turk rock."
My rocks are as steady as... a rock.
It's my Johnson that keeps getting me in trouble.
God designed men with eight fingers and two opposable thumbs...
Why is it that at the most inappropriate times, an appendage with no foresite, no hindsight, that cares only for the moment, points the way? (Sometimes literally.)
I wax philosophical.
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Eagles soar- but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
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