Mostly, I'm too old to pant about hot chicks. I keep imagining I would have to, at some point, converse with them at dinner. The thought is a real turn off.
Jenny Silver is an exception.
Dinner would be exquisite.
Under My Thumb
Route 66
Sympathy For the Devil, amusingly, is performed from a magenta pink stage, for a crowd at an amusement park. Heh.
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