Okay. So I've been thinking. Let's say you met your ultimate. You all (i) have thoughts on how far I think I might go. For most, it is taboo. But let us say... you met the one person who would deliver all. When is it 'pushing the evelope,' and how do you know if it has gone too far?
Do you only know... until you have gone too far... or do you know? And if you do know, how do you know?
LFL certainly has fantasies. I would imagine that Karen and RJ do as well.
I know I do.
I certainly hit a cord with Lou. Until I hit it... ???
Not to say any of it is bad. None of it is bad. But I wonder. Fantasy is fantasy because it is fantasy. Reality never holds up. What do we do to ourselves, with our minds, that reality can never hold a candle to? Where does one stop and another begin?
In other words, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll Tootsie pop?
Meanderings of a New Year, perhaps. But. It was something I was contemplating myself, tonight. Given Mojo's recent post of the Black Man article... LFL... me wondering if Hairdog got laid tonight... (bets?)... Lou... Lil... I dunno. Sometimes, I just wonder...
