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Showing posts with label girlfriend. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 22, 2012


The other night whilst laying in bed with my girlfriend, the discussion of my upcoming birthday came up and what it would be that I would like for said event as a gift.  Now my normal answer to any such question that puts me on the spot to make a fly decision is to answer, "I don't know."  Which for me is the only answer there is for any sudden questions such as that as I have not carefully weighed all of the options to form a truthful non-regrettable answer.

After some prodding as to why I "don't know", I came up with needing a solution to store my magazines.  Her first thought upon hearing the word 'magazine' was to pertain to that of what goes into a firearm holding the bullets for said firearm to shoot.

Which was wrong.

I meant for some sort of device or devices to hold the several years worth of Playboy magazine that while being a subscriber has thusly accumulated...en masse.  I would conservatively put that at 6, six, seis, years worth of tits and ass...of course, not just T&A, but as well as interviews, reviews, social commentary, political commentary, so forth and so on.

I enjoy the magazine thoroughly...and not in the Jergens and Kleenex sort of way either.

It seemed to me that my answer to the question and talk of the magazine brought about the idea that I may have some sort of problem with letting go or throwing things out.   Which is not the case by no means.  I can throw things away...just not going to be throwing any Playboys away.  I may not be going back to past issues to re-read them per se, but they are something of an art that should be kept around.

Speaking of art, I do remember seeing a hang-able, clear, plexiglass box that could fit a years worth of magazine in one of the magazines.

Baby, I need about 7 of those.  Please and thanks.  Your the best.