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Buck Nekkid There seems to be an inordinate number of Canadian women on Horny.net. I've flown over Canada a couple of times making crew change in Dutch Harbor on the 708, circa winter 1982. In 1997 we landed somewhere high on the East Coast. Gander maybe. Daddy had suffered a massive stroke while on holiday in Italy with mom and their travelling companions the Jones. Mom and I made the fateful decision to try and bring dad back to the States, as we knew he would want. So, mom rented a jet on her American Express equipped with a couple of paramedics, and with the American consul in Florence's assistance, we took off for Houston. Alas, we should have just got mom a local apartment, and let the Italian doctors get him back to strength before we tried to get him home. He had another event on the way home and pretty much died at a hospital in England then died the rest of the way on home to Houston. The irony of the situation is that dad worked at Baylor College of Medicine on the earliest of the left ventricular-assist devices, circa 1964 perhaps. Daddy was always a big railer against the bad effects of cigarettes. Showed x-ray autopsy-type pictures of diseased lungs to deter folks from even contemplating smoking. Momma says she and him both ain't never smoked nothin' ever. In my mind, we killed him ourselves by trying to move him too soon. But after great reflection upon the accepted procedures of that time, and knowing now the downside of saturated fats and unmanaged vascular health, , I can only advise you not to spread butter on your tortillas...And easy on the salt. |
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So, I didn't even get to reference the topic of my blog post, Canadian chicks. And I suppose, by extension, any chicks who might be cold and might enjoy the warmth, smell, and (dare I say) the romanticism of a wood-burning stove. My wife, the Sexless One, loves a fire. You think I might be able to parlay that into some sort of reward. You know, quid pro quo...Such is not the case. She snores in my ear. So, while it is likely the Canadian chicks pinging me are completely safe and comfortable in their northern environment, I betcha most don't have a woodburning stove to gather around. It's kinda like having the heat and ambiance of a campfire in your den/living room, without the smoke. The object of the exercise is to maintain a room temperature in excess of the thermostat setting and lower the number of times the OL has to put on and remove her various sweaters. Not that it would matter... I've seen lots of pictures of fucking before a fireplace, but not sure I've seen any in front of a woodburning stove. But I'm sure there are some, you just gotta get on the Google... So, if there any any cold-blooded chicks looking to hang out with a rugged individualist, in front of a warm stove, buck nekkid perhaps, Bloody Mary in hand if willing, Ahh never mind. There ain't no chicks like that.
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I must have been hallucinating
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2/17/2019 5:32 pm |
ng crew change in Dutch Harbor on the
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2/17/2019 5:50 pm |
Well sport I very much doubt that most of the cold blooded Canadian chicks who are pinging you..... must have cold blooded hearts like you ...I am a Canadian chick and you be lucky to lick my boot ...let alone fuck you in front of a nice warm woodstove...which I do have ....you sound like a cold hearted bastard ....just my opinion...
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Had a wood burning stove for years, when you live in the country you need that. Its cheap heat, great heat, smells great and when the power goes out you still got heat. 
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I live on 126 of wooded property. Firewood is plentiful. Chicks who need warming are hard to come by...
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The fruit trees are blooming now. Spring has sprung
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