Oh!! And another thing Mz Bama of Ala, Vegas, Arizona, Texas, the world...wherever the wanderlust and L'il Abby Dawg takes you (and if you dare come to
England when I'm in Vegas I'm gonna pitch the hissiest hissy fit in history).
So, I demand answers to end my torment. Candideyes has been winding me up for days with a story that goes like this: when Bama left the convenience store and got into the car, guess exactly what she was referring to when she stated in her low, southern drawl, "Oh gods, that feels so good between my thighs with my legs wrapped around it?" Candid won't tell me.
So, I demand answers to end my torment. Candideyes has been winding me up for days with a story that goes like this: when Bama left the convenience store and got into the car, guess exactly what she was referring to when she stated in her low, southern drawl, "Oh gods, that feels so good between my thighs with my legs wrapped around it?" Candid won't tell me.
I had almost forgotten about "the Tortoise Meets the Hairy Dawg" sequence til I was glancing through my pics and starting the
arduous task of tagging and organizing and editing and oy ve! I'm pooped just thinking about it! I'm gonna have to start from the beginning and write a
travel post for this whole trip. I have lots of photos I haven't even begun to edit yet.
(All I did was wash and put away the dishes, I swear. That's as close to domestic as I
approached during my whole visit.) Maybe it was Abby Dawg's long strange and strangely magnetic hair that picked up whatever dust you thought you had. She
certainly picked up everything everywhere else we've been. Lawd, that dawg. 
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