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Of course Lover a womans/shemales towel is equally important for any galatic traveler.
To quote exactly:
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost.” What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)[3]
—Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the GalaxyRaise our voices here… Where's your Towel?
squirming, wiggling, moist
The buzzing B” shows some moxy… perhaps for Foxy?
I'll let this flurry of activity in bets play itself out Miss Brandy and then return to our negations on our bet. I still may arrange to provide to you what you want, though I am not certain what terriec may demand of me in return… perhaps you can work something out 'tween you too.
Time for my mid-morning nap… we elderly do need more rest
OOOOOOooo where Zoerink? I am setting my trip for next year up in BC… PM me if you might.
stadium… unless I can find a hot date for sharing the couch
front or back?
we might use it to light the mood of the moment…
what if I gave you the chance to get lost?
oooo… Northern lights is one thing I have yet to experience… which is odd being how much time I have spent in the Canadian North
To kayak with a pod of Orcas or a small tour bus surrounded by a pride of lions?
nasty old Bear hmmm
Or “Stick Pony Rodeo Day” for the Hets
mount up ladies
Comedy, laughter is so much better for the soul
Fairy or nymph?
Nope just Bear, enjoying the morning coffee and listening to my cat tell me of her night adventures
guessing Zoerink might be about at this hour
Jack be nimble
'bout time the bets ratcheted up around here… well done
Luckily terric did not win the bet er' I end up like this”
Perhaps I should stop the themes then, so no one feel obligated.
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No way Miss terric.. they bring a big smile to many and should not be silenced by a badly worded jest.
woman have plenty of outfits…. ok another silly statement I've made today.
but in my humble… ok… yeah… not humble opinion….
Lover and I have been asking for 2 things for many years, it would be nice if they delivered them
Lovers “Bath towel around the waist”
Bears… KILT
I'd be happy either way
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