Didn't even have to open the pic...I KNOW what's in there and here is my solvent...


Hopefully I don't have my...er...oh shit...hopefully, Mother Nature isn't up my coochie coo (LMAO!) as I head toward the plane. Scent is first and foremost...and I'd wanna be down wind if I were "airing" my womanly charms! Oh...I know you meant this for OF...but you gotta know I can't resist a challenge! LOL!

So...anyway...Hopefully, I am down wind from these hot motha's and I see them and they haven't seen or smelled me yet. I ponder the situation. They are hot and panting. No other shade for miles. I've come up on the right wing side (if you were sitting in the pilot's seat...it's how we define R and L on furniture we upholster) and there they are...under said right wing. Hmmmmmmmmmmm........

OK, I have no food to feed them all. I have no other shade to offer an alternative. Water is scarce and I don't really feel sexy enough to offer all the girls a sexual favor...not to mention, are they bi? LOL! (can't really remember if the whole brood is male or female...but I ain't looking, remember?)

I circle back from whence I came...(sight and smell, still not noticed...whew!)...and come up on the plane from the opposite side (now I am up wind and have to hurry). I take in my most memorable times as a gymnast, from high school parallel bars training, and leap up to grab the left wing...pulling back and up again to straddle the wing and get a footing!

OK...I'm outta there!


*waiting in anticipation of Oldfart's escape strategy*

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