One old broad did.

liver incognito with a wig.

nice cocknsandals!@

I don't drink whine coolers.

The exmayor in his younger days:

I've never had a swag lamp.

I think I saw that guy in my bar tonight.

Liver at the Beach -

I never had a Gilligan hat.

Badd Backs livin' in The South:

Hey, I think I know that possum!

is that a butt ?

"why all the fucking bottles are empty ??? jeeeeeeeeez !!!"

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OH! OH!
You lyin' cheatin' whores!

Ha!

Stroller, you da man !

shhhh!

No more ice-cube babies.
That is all I ask.

Some favorite pictures of Liver's for your amusement:

Evidence of our southward migration.


Kickin' it A-town stylee.

Heads I win.

Kickin' it with Kirk.

A small index of the wonderful hospitality we enjoyed courtesy of Kirk and his charming Missus.

...phenomenal hospitality.

Kirk even showed us his lizard.

And a neat, old house with birds' nests inside and vultures outside.

And took us to the river to cool off and to get an eyeful of some of the glorious views he gets up'ar.

Here he is helping me to replenish my reserves after a rough morning of cranky Liver.

Liver and I, stopping for a breather in Whoknowswhere, Georgia.

And for Kirk, here is our lizard.
There is a host of them living in our hallway.
This one likes to hang out above the apartment door.
It was waiting for us when we got home.

What a nice series of pics and thoughts!!!

You look happy Peeps!

Happier than the liver.













Even in post #61.

Well, yeah.

That one is where LL is gauging his gut to penis sight ratio...

(Yup, I can still see him so it's all good!)

That's fuckin' beautiful!

Wow... what a weird effect this shit is having on me.

I'm sorry for anything offensive that I've posted!

Butt not in post #63.

No difference.

You're right on that account Cros!!!

Good for the both of you! May you live every day of your life.

We try.

And laugh.

And cry.

Being fully present
is no present.

It's work.

And joy.

Peeps xure has big
tits.

And xure snores.

Coincidence?

You guys get the
pix to ogle,
I get the sawmill
each night.

Gut's bigger, ona 'cuz
I'm bored until I start
slavin' for a wage.

Still got's an:

I never really thought
3 years ago we'd end
up like this, her and I.

But I always believed.

That is what counts.

What counts is what
matters to cunts.

And yes, that matters.