Dear TP Lupa,
Talbot’s Peak put on one thumper of a bash with our fair. Yay Us! I am however left with a situation that has me most confused. I met a hare there and became quickly bare. The loving was fast and furious, which has left me quite curious as to what his name was… How can I find my moonlight Romeo, is there a way to let him know that I’m jonesing for a repeat or more?
Susie or should I call you Dr.,
Really? Enough with rhyme time, it’s hardly appropriate when it comes to anonymous sex? The fact is your hare saw you bare and leapt on you without a care. The odds of him desiring more are doubtful at best as he’s already seen you crest. So move forward and find another, but this time keep the puff covered and let him know the real you.
Best of luck with your next f*ck,
TP (Who can’t believe he/she’s been rhyming)
Dear TP Lupa,
I was at the fair and happen to see some awesome boots on a most colorful woman. They were tall and red, lacy and leather and they made this ladies ass look like a perfect rump roast. Where can I find a pair of those boots…for my mate, of course?
Wolfman, are you sure you’re a wolf? I sincerely doubt those boots come in your size, but if you have the jewels enough to come down to the paper and talk to the editor himself, he promised to direct you to the wearer for more how to get them advice.~~~
Shall we see you soon?