We all know what motorboating is, right? Boobs…put your face between them…bbbbbbbbb!
So, I’ve invented the advanced motorboat. You get two girls to stand close (shoulder-to-shoulder) so that they form cleavage with their boobs closest to each other (the girl on the left’s right boob and the girl on the right’s left boob).
I think you see where I’m going with this.
Motorboat away in the newly formed dual-girl cleavage. You sir, are a master.
You’re welcome.
After a crazy (read: expensive) weekend hanging with Rebecca and taking her to Indy for her conference, we got back and got the kitty to the vet. Everything was exactly as expected:
Kitty is spayed.
Kitty has been declawed on all four feet.
Kitty has a few years on her (vet wouldn’t say exactly, but I’m guessing 4 or 5 – give or take).
Kitty is healthy.
So I guess Kitty is ours. We’ve seen and heard nothing about anyone in the area looking for their lost kitty. The whole thing is weird.
I submit that the thing most wrong with the world today is the lack of Uncle Jesse. Consider…
1979-1985
1987-1995
That’s almost 16 consecutive years of Uncle Jesse. It’s also the same 16 years where life in this world arguably hit it’s peak.
Clearly the answer to restoring greatness is finding the next Uncle Jesse.
It only took 2 hours to get our first thunderstorm of 2011.
I wonder what kind of omen that is?
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