I've been as buggy as a wasp in the dying autumn heat; or as obsessive as a ladybug whose house is on fire; or as dragged out as a dragonfly who has disappeared from the decrepit dunghill prairies in search of new climes. I have reams of stories: from the hot hetero BC firefighter who came onto me, setting new fires; to the ex-Romanian Olympic swimmer named Yuri who fondled my crotch seductively... But I ain't got the time. It's not raining h2o, but it is raining men, out here in the outback. I'll get me brelly out, and tell you all, soon. Hang in there.
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