Tag Archives: Paul Brucker

The party

The guard steps into the spotlight to show off his stomach and say we can’t stand here. But what better place than under the piano that father used to play? The piano falling faster than any hope I can muster … Continue reading

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Klutz seeking heir to Jell-O fortune

Hey big guy! Your brown-eyed girl is here. Want to snuggle? This big-hearted gal seeks big boy for big fun. I have strong arms and extra padding for serious hugging. Make me purr. Sorry I didn’t have any catchy phrases … Continue reading

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