It had happened once six or so years ago, but today, in the church parking lot, under a giant old oak tree, in a rush of tumbling, sweaty, giggling bubbliness, Oscar almost lost his virginity again.
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blowing bubbles of giggling somethingness and why-nottie-tude, a creative laxative, a provocateur of visual burps and farts (ie: until the end of 2019 as design department head at the creative circus, and frequent side-hustley designer of designy stuff) – but also my every-other-time-o'-day approach.
hopefully this stuff is easily sharable, lots funner than having to read a lot, and not a big investment of time.
i hope you enjoy.
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