... the missus loves it...
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Now after the already vivid imagery in my mind about a brown turtle head popping out, that one triggered something so sinister, dirty and dark, that I now want my brain to unthink it.
A cane and a gentleman that never tells... Now connected to a new name: The Jim.
Oh no, now that you put it that way I am starting to get a glimpse of what you are suggesting...
AAAARGGH! :OD
Hahaha, those images of the brain cannot be unseen I'm afraid. Now, I wont ask you any details about his stick. Like what color it was, the shape, no Sir, I wont. One does not want ones mind to go wander about down that rabbit hole. Not even on a stormy rainy Wednesday. 😄
Some things are best left unremembered. Oh yes, lest the floodgates open!! hehe!
😂