Ya gotta hand it to, Telecoms and Internet. They charge outrageous rates and don't give you much in return. You'd think that they'd have at least 1 idiot salesperson there that knows broadcast engineering or at least well into the needs of a radio station. Especially now with tons of podcasts, zoom, and so on, give me the heavy horsepower background that I need, or just say at the beginning, that won't work in this endeavor. Not a big song and dance, installation, through winter, people freezing to run wire, oops fiber, to the building, me having to rake out $1,000.00 to install the router and all, only to find that I'm still having broadband issues. Fix the damn thing, get it to doing what intend on using it for, then I'll be happy as being alone in a mirrored Harlots bed with Salena Gomez. As it is can't do much of my shows, let alone a LIVE one, That big settlement that we end up with, from them, and I can run PMT, and payout to expand their network to us.
Okay, and I have no reason to deny or make clear, that the succulent, musky scents and textures of feet, especially in nylons isn't a rapid turn-on. I couldn't ever date or be much attracted to a woman, not into phoote worship. However, that being said. Seems that women are more protective of their hind paws, even to the point that one can play with every other damn thing, but reach for her lower limbs and they tag you as creepy. Bear or not. Now then, I have no idea where it started. The only thing I can figure is somewhere in my childhood, some hot mama, walked into my sphere, I got aroused and the craving continues. It was 1984 when after a prank by the lone Tonto, of the Knytes, commissioned YESCO signs to put up a billboard with my expose~ of le phoote. I was able to work into the ads etc, of the Hazzard Garage/Hazzard Choppers, for our towing outfit, SpeedToew, that I was able to get my thrill through the action. I have known about 6 gals that we rather I have worked with that thought nothing of it. Most however panic and make it out for more than what it really was. But that's not the point. Yesterday when I went to snag coffee at Java here in Tweaker Flatts, Idaho, that some gal was commenting on that skuzz that had to unload all over FB about my exploits. The thing is the one she just had to show that off with, didn't mind it at all, in fact, it was part of the gig, and it worked fine. She gave permission. Yet here's this gal that has no butt, goggle glasses, and nearly wearing a T-Shirt. Really, here I am properly attired, yet she bitches at me for digging pheete, yet she ain't hardly wearing nuthin, in a place that sells food and coffee brews. Really? And I'm the asshole? Oh well.
Okay overnight and been doing this on-again/off-again FB thing with this gal named Sarah. She looks great for a country model for the Club's visual activities. Now it's not really all that much to send her airfare, to come to see us and get into our groove, but how do I know, if I sent her bread or the ticket, that she'd really show up? I remember last year that Charlene, from Texas(so she said) that took photos from a website for some porn chick, used them for her own, so I was really into that and her. Daily phone calls, and so on. I thought hey this might damn well be the one. Until some ryders on an FB group said to do a Google Reverse photo scan. I did, found out that she was not her in the photo. By the end of it, $500.00 later, that A; she didn't live in Texas, at least not where she said she did, and two, found it was some jerk, in Indiana posing as a gal, who let it slip, her real email addy. Some Wolf-style sniffing, and over time got my money back, but the hell that put me through was the shits. As for me on a personal point. I don't like super size 3 women. I want meat on those bones. Remember PoohBear? She wasn't no, skinny mini at all. I really loved that woman. Sure we fought a lot, due to her severe insecurity complex, but I never cheated or strayed one iota. And I had many opportunities to do so. She had accused me of one with Angel Wolf, so bad she barked and snarled on Athea, that her mother had to change her phone number. The next one that was sorta getting there was TJ, thing was TJ over there in Burley when I resided there. TJ had a great hot misty white Camaro, I dug the car. The thinking was to get close to TJ, get the car for a real low price. Again PoohBear bitched. Of course there was Alex 
at Denny's over there, but at the time, we were just very great friends. She gave me a better than Senior discount and that was that. Although I could have turned up the heat there. I mirror my Mom & dad's relationship. Sure they fought, a lot, mostly disagreements on crops, or equipment on the farm. Likewise a bunch over me, but divorce or anything similar was never in the cards. They both loved each other dearly, they spent summers together, which is why summers, I spent in Alabama as well as in Georgia, at one of or the other of my Dad's 5 brothers. That's how the Dixie thing became inbred in my soul. When I get with a lady, I'm hers, and hopefully, she is mine. I don't like dating or relationship games.
at Denny's over there, but at the time, we were just very great friends. She gave me a better than Senior discount and that was that. Although I could have turned up the heat there. I mirror my Mom & dad's relationship. Sure they fought, a lot, mostly disagreements on crops, or equipment on the farm. Likewise a bunch over me, but divorce or anything similar was never in the cards. They both loved each other dearly, they spent summers together, which is why summers, I spent in Alabama as well as in Georgia, at one of or the other of my Dad's 5 brothers. That's how the Dixie thing became inbred in my soul. When I get with a lady, I'm hers, and hopefully, she is mine. I don't like dating or relationship games.
Mike Parkhurst the original, publisher of Overdrive Magazine when I was Head Prezz, of the ITA in Idaho, here, published something from which he was in a scrap, with some other big truck trade mag. He said it simple to him during the 1982 big rig driver strike, " Don't lie about me, and I won't tell the truth about you." Maybe gals at coffee shops, won't bitch about my obsession with toes in nylons when they themselves wear revealing T-shirts.
See ya'll at 18:00 that's 6:00 PM mountain standard time for the Saturday edition of Reaper Radio. On; ayrewolffm.com (*)
