This morning found Emma and Rachel, both naked, lying in bed and singing camp songs about Papa Shark and Princess Pat, complete with hand motions.
My life is very surreal.
I'm a spiritual man writing about sex, and a sexual man writing about the sacred. Here, the two overlap, with other topics and tangents thrown in. I’m also a geek, which means discussing and analyzing sex is almost as fun as having it. If I can make you think and reflect and inspire your own comments, lovely. If I also make you wet or hard- engaging your mind as well as your pink bits- all the better. Read and enjoy. Share your responses. Share your thoughts. Share yourself.
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Pa-pa Shark! Do, do, do, do, da-do, Papa Shark! Do, do, do, do, da-do, Papa Shark! Do, do, do, do, da-do, Papa Shark!
*ahem*
Now, the real question is: Did they sing the "Wheels on the Big Rig" song? And if so, did they do the roman numeral verse?
Of course, "One Tin Soldier" was my favorite treasure gleaned from summer church camps. I came home from camp singing it, and my mother looked at me, befuddled, and asked where on earth I'd learned that song. We bonded over that. :)
Ahhh!! You know it too! Hooray! I think Adam thinks we're crazy now, haha.
A little crazy, probobly. But I'm also thinking it would be one hell of a threesome...
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