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Post by 9idrr on Jun 4, 2020 21:27:47 GMT -6
Jeeeze, here I am at my age, realizin' that I ain't likely to find a cure for cancer, or have number one hit record, run a hundred yards in nine seconds... make that ten... twenty? Hell, runnin' a hundred yards at all don't seem likely to happen. But, a guy could almost go out of this world happy readin' some more of this story and findin' a "McClintock" type endin' where Manic applies the flat of his hand to Miss ModGirl's posterior in return for all the times she's twisted him around her little finger. ;^) Ah, we all know that in the end she's gonna keep our boy dumbfounded, confounded and confused as she leads him on a merry chase to the altar and a long, happy and eventful life.
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Post by 9idrr on Aug 28, 2022 14:15:51 GMT -6
So, how old are Manic and ModGirl's kids now...
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