That last post mentioned a big birthday party. I’ll probably never get a better chance than this, then, to post this photo of a beloved family friend at that party, helping with the drinks and the block of ice. Yes, I wore the hat. Yes, there were grass skirts too. No, I won’t show you those photos. But thanks for asking anyway.
Well if I use my imagination I can pretty much conjure up an image of what you would look like in the hat so no photo is needed.
You seem to be on a pizza kick here, I do love pizza. Not the stuff that Pizza Hut or Domino’s try to pawn off as pizza but the real thing. We have a few pizza places on the edge of the city that I really love, as a matter of fact that sounds really good. Pizza tonight!
So does the same ‘underthings’ principle apply to grass skirts as to kilts? Would have liked to have been there.
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