I found myself at the CU at lunch time today - for a purpose completely unrelated to CRH.
As I was leaving, something caught my attention. A very attractive, much younger than I, young lady was getting out of a shiny sports car. I found myself staring and fantasizing - not staring and fantasizing about the attractive young lady. That would be perverse. Not staring at and fantasizing about the sharp set of wheel. I've outgrown that phase. I was staring at and fantasizing about the pail of coins she was holding. Can you just imagine what might've been in there? Wheats, buffalos, commems, indians, sheilds, libs, mercs, rosies, sitters, standers, busts, walkers, barbers, kens, bens, proofs, you name it.
I hope no one saw me abruptly correct my gaze after too long of an ogle. I'm so ashamed.
As I was leaving, something caught my attention. A very attractive, much younger than I, young lady was getting out of a shiny sports car. I found myself staring and fantasizing - not staring and fantasizing about the attractive young lady. That would be perverse. Not staring at and fantasizing about the sharp set of wheel. I've outgrown that phase. I was staring at and fantasizing about the pail of coins she was holding. Can you just imagine what might've been in there? Wheats, buffalos, commems, indians, sheilds, libs, mercs, rosies, sitters, standers, busts, walkers, barbers, kens, bens, proofs, you name it.
I hope no one saw me abruptly correct my gaze after too long of an ogle. I'm so ashamed.
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