Skin lotion good for body, not good in mouth and still fighting with Google.

Earlier this overnight I nearly had a point of considering reversing going home to Hazzard, Idaho. Thing was earlier Sunday for at least 3 and a half hours, Shelly and I were feuding like ya'll can't believe. The center of this is many past experiences surfacing to the point that I'm being compared to male corpuscles she has had before. As such I'm a darling stud one minute and a traveling gigilo the next. Thing is and its the honest to God truth, the last real get down pig sex that I have had, happened in 2002 in Layton Utah at a old house that the WolfPack rented to create then AyreWolfFM. That happened when on some damn chat room I got drawn into this Cerebal Paulsey chick, who I dared to come out there to see me. To my surprise one morning I was in the tub, and there was a knock at the door. I was standing there , near buck naked in a bath towel, having to fish out I think $30.00 for her cab fare. Now to be fair, she wasn't the hottest gal on the looks department, but didn't refuse to wear nylons, and when it came to oral fun, I mean she'd Hoover everything to where you got emptied extremely well. And she was not in the least bit with holding at any time. Her problem was as Shelly is, anamoured by the Computer, I can't remember the site, but she went by the screen name, Wingsofadove. And she was online nearly 12 out of every day. The only time she stopped was to eat, sleep, have sex with me and to pee. Past that it was online she went. Shelly is nearly as bad, she just can't go a few hours without being on facebook. Not that facebook is all that bad, I am on there in most of the time to read things on groups for those of us who toew and those who turn a wrench. Granted I do have a few groups I'm into that features mostly women in nylons and a few biker groups, but over all its rides and rebels, not much else. Shelly has to devour every damn group, create some, and then if its some honey I'm into for being a cover model for my company or the WolfPack, She's all over that. Okay then.
With that being that I got a headache that would not quit. Thank Heavenly Father for enabling the medic who created Goody's Headache Powders, that and a few barley pops, and the headache went away. Which returned when one of the WolfPack toggled me and informed me that one of our listings on Google My Business was suspended. Really Google? So I went and looked. Sure as hell, something about until I submit a new confirmation number on a 3X5 card they mail you, that remains. Hmm, so there was a call me back lets get me back on the listing. So I called. Got some gal that was fumbling with English, who spoke so softly I had to turn up my earpiece on my phone. So after I scrounged up a photo of the shop and LexiBelle 

all seemed okaay just haven't heard back from the lady and/or Google. So we are currently at a stalemate. Was doing a online chess game modeled after Chess Titans, while trying to again chat with Shelly on the phone, which is about anymore getting to be a real pain. Look, friends I love my Alpha SheWolf very much. The fact that we are very apart atoms is quite noticeable , but that is the grind. She is not into serious exotic sex, trucks, rods,bikes or broadcasting. She's not into me doing casting for the WolfPack's jambs and such, but she some odd in her mind in love with me, so it ain't so bad. Its the damn fighting. Just once, if she called and wasn't accusing me of being a womanizer, I would fall over bassackwards. Last but not least here. Under my sink, there has been this tube of skin lotion conditioner stuff, that Andrea brought over once. Somehow the heat from the dishwasher made the damn stuff explode. Which meant that goo, seeped all over the floor. Which I cleaned up however in doing so, now all I can smell is that gooey stuff, and it tastes like I ate liquid chalk, yuck. Bringing this in for the landing, have you ever been so peed off at one of these so called social websites like Facebook, that if its creator was in front of you, you'd strangle the guy? I have had this thought many times of creating both a extreme search engine coupled to a similar thing as facebook, without the extreme, limitations and all that Facebook has. So been thinking of downloading everything we as both the Knytes/WolfPack, on facebook, my blog posts, videos, everything and just pulling the plug on ye ole Fakebook. So been considering once I do that, set up a business fakebook account. for the Knytes/WolfPack, and not me. Just the Knytes/WolfPack, and leave me out of it. But also creating a new social site for just us two wheeled winged warriors and do it without all the limitations and restrictions. Add what fakebook doesn't like a full on chat room, free email and blogging options. That's how my world turns, see ya'll on the cyber radio at www.spreaker.com/ayrewolf and on Livestream.com/talkingtoew at 17:00.