I was watching that game. There was good ball stroking. This one guy stepped up, got a firm grip on the shaft, had a long clean stroke and jammed a hard shot into the gap. Talk about getting to second base!
Dear diary,
It’s me, @Revoltingest with another journal entry. Try as I might, I cannot stop feeling a longing, and ache in my loins if you will, assuming my loins are still functional and not too tender, when I think of her. She’s everything to me.
I remember when we were at the boathouse...
I bailed on paying for an expensive dinner in Vegas once because Mrs. Wirey was puking on the table. They seemed happy to get rid of me, frankly.
There was 44 C heat and free wine involved. That's about 111 F for you Yanks.