Chapter Seven of Summer Story :part 1

The Previous Parts are here, wondering why you won't let them talk to your boyfriend.It's not like they don't mind sharing...

Here is the next installment on this thing that will eventually be called the Boys Of Summer...'cause I like that--and because it's changed a whole lot since I started. Wow--talk about losing control! I've learned a little more working on this, and that's great, there are great big chunks that don't make me want to gouge my eyes out and that makes me happy--there are bits that make me go--OOoo! not bad! And that makes me really happy!

Now, I have an idea I want to try out, I'm kind of looking forward to working on it. I'll tell you all about it! But first--

( Summer Story )

Pondering Icon....hmmmm....

I'm pondering which icon to go with and in the meantime, I feel almost...unclothed. I'm feeling an unwelcome breeze nipping at my hindparts. What shall I pick? Hmmmm. Well, Pinky- which one shall I pick tonight?

Oy, i wanted to tell you this...

...this evening I found myself staring at Bo Duke's winky( which is the latin term for dick, as you know.) It was...it was...*wibble*

I blockedout forgot that in the 70's everyone wore jeans so skin tight they looked like they were spray-painted on...(it was a horrible era in many ways, along with being a very very fun era)...anyhoo, I'm flipping through the channels and there he is, little baby Bo Duke and it was creepy as hell.

Why can't Clark wear the Amazing Ron Popille Spray-On-Jeans? Just once, that's all I ask. At least to wipe out the memory of Bo's doinky. (which, as you know, is the medical term for cock.)