[QUOTE = withoutrulers] Paddles bring you in closer to the action, but whips say you really mean business. It's a tough call. Have any paddle whips? Speaking of paddles, I was out walking along the river the other day and was watching a beaver do his thing, when he out of no where starts slapping the water with his tail. It was the loudest, most graceless sound I've heard in while.
Does anyone else sense an unusual kindred and soulful (albeit twisted) like-mindedness between these two swell kids? CD & WOR -- which spells CROWD when rearranged, but only two in this crowd, I'm thinking. The sexual tension, even between the lines, is palpable; the sort of chemistry that sparks-and-arcs, linking two unusual intellects (which is pretty f-ing rare) and promises to blaze even hotter between the sheets. Hepburn and Tracy, Bogart and Bacall come to mind. The list is short and legendary -- but giants and eagles don't flock, do they? However, the bravest among them DO fuck. Like bunnies, or so I've read. Please keep us informed. (No, this is not some lame-assed request for photos. I'll wait and pirate the video.)
