April 2012

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The gods of Westeros couldn’t create a day like this. Whitecaps winking on the surface of the water, warm sunlight bathing the land in life-giving radiation, a firm breeze to excite the ends of skirts, and a soothing air temperature crisp enough to maintain not impolite nipple firmness.

From this vantage I wouldn’t be shocked to spot a gaggle of mermaids frolicking amongst the waves, their hair glowing in the bright sun, giggling while splashing cool water upon one another’s shameless nude breasts, lapping at each other’s swollen egg orifice in an ancient ritualistic aquatic 69 making their tails shudder in rapturous ichthyorgasm.

We live in a pretty cool world, don’t we?

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