to clarify; my point being: …that around these parts, in this particular ol’humble abode,
there’s this one particular guy who, while he isn’t a professional voice-over enunciator,
certainly enjoys reading to this one particular girl. So it’s not particularly inconceivable..
metaphorically, I suppose, that he could..imaginably..enjoy tucking you…figuratively-in
..allegorically, certainly (married lady), and reading from your favorite pagan pages until
you’ve had your fill...or said reader starts to yawnin’ and seeing things all too dyslexical.
No disrespect to the cat who’d likely gladly ring my freakin’ prick bastid neck for even sayin’.
