The last time I was asked for ID, the lady was super rude to me - like I was some punk kid, and she said "I'll need to see your id" all curtly. When she scanned it over and saw my age she smirked and said, "Well good for you then!" Heheh.

How DARE she be curt with you.

JENNYPIE IS A YOUTHFUL, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT. ALWAYS YOUTHFUL. ALWAYS MADE OF YOUNG. THE JUICES WITHIN HER FRAME SWIM AMIDST A SEA OF YOUNG AND HER FINGERS NEVER KNEW OF WRINKLES. PEOPLE KNOW OF THIS BUT PRETEND THEY DON'T BECAUSE HER YOUTH DESERVES SUCH CHARADES. IT IS HOW HER YOUTH REMAINS YOUTHFUL.

PEOPLE. LOOK. JENNYPIE.

I REMEMBER THE LAST TIME THAT JENNYPIE WAS YOUNG. IT WAS ALWAYS. AND IT WAS GOOD.

Uh, yeah.

SEE, SUCH A CURT RESPONSE FROM SUCH A YOUTHFUL BEING. I CAN RECALL THAT MOMENT WHEN I HAD YOU ON MY KNEE. WE WERE TALKING ABOUT PLANES AND WHETHER OR NOT THERESA COULD PARACHUTE FROM A JET AIRLINER. I SMOOTHED YOUR HAIR DOWN, PATTING IT WHILE YOU FIDGETED WITH YOUR SNAP BRACELET. THIS WAS BUT A WEEK AGO. I REMEMBER THIS. DO YOU??

I can understand. I mean when a woman gets to be in her mid 30s it's all downhill from there. Men get more handsome with age in the eyes of women, but men tend to prefer youth. I'm sure any little ego stroking like being asked for ID is most helpful to a woman's fragile ongoing struggle against time.

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Originally posted by OrangestO This isn't about physics, this is about waves.

JENNYPIE, PLEASE MAKE US HAVE ANSWERS AS TO THE SERUM APPLIED TO YOUR CRACKS BECAUSE AS OF RIGHT NOW I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS SOME HARPY SPELL.

YOU MUST BE LIKE, A SEXY BABA YAGA OR SOMETHING. WITH A WOODLAND HUT THAT HAS GAMS SKYHIGH AND NO CELLULITE. BECAUSE THIS CANNOT BE USED IN THE CONSTRUCTION OF DREAMS AND IS ENTIRELY SUPERFLUOUS.

I REMEMBER, WITH JENNY, THE TIME THAT WE WENT DOWN TO THE OLD DRINKING WELL AND I HEARD THE BASEBALL CARDS IN THE SPOKES OF HER BICYCLE CHATTER AWAY AS WE SPED DOWN A GRASSY PATH. THE BLUE IN HER EYES SEEPING INTO THE CERULEAN SKY AS WE ZIP PASSED THE CATTAILS. THE NEARBY POND SHIMMERED IN THE MIDDAY SUN. WE GIGGLED ABOUT THE FRACTALS OF TIME, THE SHARDS SCATTERED ABOUT OUR FEET. WE LISTENED TO TLC ON OUR WALKMEN AND SMILED WHEN WORDS COULD NOT BE FORMED IN OUR LUMPED THROATS. THIS WAS JUST TODAY.

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Originally posted by Ted Promo WE WERE TALKING ABOUT PLANES AND WHETHER OR NOT THERESA COULD PARACHUTE FROM A JET AIRLINER.