Who knew the fake colonoscopy of back-then would prophesize yesterday:
irradiate groinal while inflated and pretend it's a good thing. Like the long shot showing the rails as parallel but wavy, wobbling ensued and brought the boom to this spot. Like the wingtips in the locker, the stud muffin references return to the phallic shaped cake pan replaced by keeping things on track

We seem to be standing on the promises, emphasis on standing. No floundering and still capable of winning. Mayo became icing and now a few days of coasting seems to make the most sense. Hold me closer like Sacco did for Vandelay, previously covered here.

Too soon to start bragging but HI-5 me, Sonny. Wacky night'lusions but by current standards, a success. So are you getting the gist that another one licks the tip? I could go on & on but here's the real recap:
my recovery (from what?) or just a large sidetrack? It was just pseudo-mania, quasi-mania - the kind where you take pre-psychotic-like risks and it's only funny if you make it through and talk about it in the past tense.

Big one out of the way