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Yes, I'm sorry. My bad on this one.
As you may know, Dolly and Camel turned up in the Tinychat as well, and the utter frantic shamelessness with which both were offering themselves to me as my sexual playthings must have gone to my head and tipped me into the sort of delusions of special personal importance that I have sometimes deplored in others, having always been so entirely free of them myself.
Blame Camel and Dolores, though, really!
One of them was performing some sort of mime with flash-cards right there on cam which was clearly meant for my eyes only, as I was the only person in the room old enough to remember Dylan's video for "Subterranean Homesick Blues" - as well, of course, as the only one with the hermeneutic skills necessary to translate the pop allusion into: "Come back to me, Daddy, I long for your conveniently small-enough-to-be-barely-noticeable member in the tunnels that weave through my supple young body like the Mont-Blanc Tunnel through the peaks of the Aostan Alps", while the other one was furiously PM'ing me that her sex with the large and muscular Rottweiler she's been working on developing a meaningful and mutually empowering relationship with since leaving her last boyfriend is but a hollow sham if my eyes are to be felt staring hungrily out of the darkness at them as they make the beast with two backs.