Summer thunder storms are ushered in on the back of blustering winds. The wind whips against doors and windows until they rattles on their hinges. Storm clouds gather and the air smells of rain. 308 more words
I would swim up the amazon river with 45 pound dumbbells tied to my scrotum, with Ellen degeneres’ queef as my only air supply just so I can have a seafood dinner with you through skype over a dial-up connection.