For any of you who have tired of watching paint dry and other such adventurous undertakings here is an eagle cam located in a tree in Pennsylvania. Now you can watch an eagle sitting there doing nothing most of the time.
Tell me about it. Mrs Spat feels the cold and consequently thinks everyone else should too. I get nagged to do up whatever coat I'm wearing, so on Thursday when I wore a leather bomber jacket, stepped out and immediately returned for a thick padded coat, there was much piss-taking.
I'm currently wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and flip flops at 10 pm. Just walked in from outside and it's actually quite nice out there. This is coming from a guy that is freezing his ass off at 60 degrees. I hate California, but it's hard not to love our weather.
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Sometimes we talk about sex, but there's no erotic agenda. (There are other sites for that.) Because PR is a community and not a porno site, we do not come here to get our rocks off. And that also means we don't come to PR to be used as objects by voyeurs, or use others as objects. Voyeurism destroys mutuality. PoopReport.com is rooted in mutuality because it celebrates the universality of poop.