THE OFFER: take me 1) with my pants down at my ankles or 2) totally-free from any aspect/action that is aggravating

THE ANSWER: the wrong one

That face in the mirror is not the guy who ran his lines with the best. Instead, why not escape the ravages-of-age shit and proceed to the Waikiki-squeaky-thru-the-cheeky stuff. All of the fossilization garble needs merely a flinch to make it stop so no need to fake interest in it.

Got the world on a string sang this old tampon which happened to wander in here. Where there's room, there's still enough resolve to get it through a la grand pullman style, emphasis on happy in the face of vestigiality.

Ring~ring, the scalpel slurred the knife as "not the sharpest" in the drawer. That's me - compensating by earning right now in the Bank of Eternal Mona.