Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
Man, I've been there. One day, you're cruising along at 200 hits/day. The next day, finally get to see the letter K next to a number on the scale of hits. Sadly, it goes away for some of us. But a few stick.
Curiously, I get far more traffic from, as Miss A. says, "beautiful, brainy, successful babes" - such as our hostess here - than I ever did from the Instant Guy.
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