Goodness, Gaugness. I may not "get" "it" (that's a problem I seem to have)(if I knew what "it" was I would probably "get" "it", but everyone just tells me I don't "get it")(well, then tell me what "it" is)(but no, they won't do that, will they?)(I think they're a bunch of meanies, if you ask me, but you didn't), but I would never want your honest, dangling, soft-tissued days to be over. Heaven forfend.
I like aquariums, myself. The public kind, the private kind. I would like to imagine that, out there, is a kind-hearted (well, maybe more than one) gentle fish-catcher who works for well-intentioned museums and would never destroy fish habitat in order to obtain aquarium specimens. That's what I like to think.
Just as, I am sure, the girlies would be happy to know that there is a gentle, dangling, soft-tissued Appreciator out there in the audience.
Actually, back when I was a topless dancer, the men in the audience were, almost to a man, very polite and appreciative of my finer qualities. So no flares, flames, or grenades from me. 'Kay?
Men are beautiful, too. Way. ;^) |
