People may think I am weird but I like...
That reminds me of one of my old girlfriends. She was very buoyant and flexible, but she left me after a quiet evening spent (apparently) too close to the fireplace.Marcia (Mrs. Pete) wrote:I love the smell of new plastic. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my parents would buy a blow up wading pool at the beginning of summer.
She just kind of melted in my ....... arms .....

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- Ron in South Texas
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Love the smell of my daughter's hair. It's not the shampoo, it's her. She's smelled the same since she was born.
When I was a kid, I ate all the burnt match ends I could get my hands on. Not socially acceptable...thank God that passed
Love the sound of a lawnmower off in the distance. That means summertime!
When I was a kid, I ate all the burnt match ends I could get my hands on. Not socially acceptable...thank God that passed

Love the sound of a lawnmower off in the distance. That means summertime!
- Ron in South Texas
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- Joined: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:15 pm
- Location: Skidmore, Texas
I love the sound of distant thunder, and train whistles. I like to sit under an open porch during a rainstorm, because it engages all the senses. I love gooseflesh, whether from being chilled or from an emotional response. I love Breyer's Rocky Road ice cream. When someone I know dies, I wait for it to go on 2-for-1 sale and I eat both cartons after melting them slightly in the microwave. When I die and they give me the exit interview, I will report that puppies were the best part of life. I have a celebrity crush on the Dog Whisperer. I love Science fiction and fantasy. I love walking in the woods and prairies with a camera. I love romance. Not the brand new sparkly kind, but the kind that grows over the decades and endures. I like to lean on the washing machine and look through the glass top as the clothing goes wishy washy.
I love raw milk fresh from the cow. Ripe tomatoes still warm from the sun. Greasy pizza. Watching ants drag food into their anthill. The first Monarch butterfly of the season. The haunting cry of the sandhill cranes as they migrate overhead.
I like a lot of things. I like most of you guys.
I love raw milk fresh from the cow. Ripe tomatoes still warm from the sun. Greasy pizza. Watching ants drag food into their anthill. The first Monarch butterfly of the season. The haunting cry of the sandhill cranes as they migrate overhead.
I like a lot of things. I like most of you guys.