Just resolved another "situation" from mingling in other weblv's offerings. When your early crib was never close to those stylish pockabooks and you aren't a wagerer, you try athletics, collectibles, ossifying, photography, hot-rodding, and then ma'am-rodding before you're told: "there's nothing more to teach you". It may have come from the ether but it drove the latest hoopty-doo centered credo to the Now. You say Memories and I say mammaries. That's why the repetition - it's another vote for that time that guy who looked like early Redford and finished his brag by lauding his time as a 4Her, I countered with "I'm a 3Her (hoo-ha hound). Thusly, end with the lv content here reeks of a fondness for sculpted mesmerizers. That has been the theme, the meme, and the glenn miller of protracted indulgence. Forgive me for the going there but libido lives.