I was a google prequel - never wanted to harm anyone and never really did with my fists. Those who can, write. Those who can't, drool lexiconically.

Hey Self, now that you've been examined over and over, you know first-hand that getting locked-in that self-thing is a turn-off to her. Blend, baby. Keeping sane while the shan fit splatters demand to be all that matters, you really do understand. Here's the pitch - - keeping focus on ALL the elements as the prime responsibility. Good thing. Solid on the home-front.

The steadiness justifies the lock-on this (he whispers to himself) and at least it's NOT crotch-focused. Yes, one day it'll be shooting pool with a rope but for now, pounds are not measured in euros but more like sand left in the top of the hourglass.