Wingman

After the original M came M2, from M1M2 night, and with her it came and went. Then there was an r. Monday night after blowing a great trade at the workout joint, the roommate subbed and winged for a Tajik, and man she was a looker. Then took my eyes to CL, and traded looks but thought of my Tajik princess. Then thought of Egypt and its glory. How do we improve relations with our friend in Egypt? Telecommunications are fine, but how do we reach out? I scanned the statist literature of NY Times and got nothing. I called Von Mises and he told me to gather courage. He told me to begin with my missed gym incident and evaluate why I failed. I determined I was weak in spirit due to poor existence. I began to rise above my meekness. I was given epsom salts and alaskan thunder. A warm Tuesday evening began white and soft and wet. My love played pool in white form fitting shirt and jeans. She fought and drank.