Gerritt the Red

G to the R (Gerritt the Red) joined me at the crack of noon for some bluebird skiin'.
Speaking of crack...We nearly averted disaster as G to the R forgot his suspenders, but thankfully no one had to witness that nastiest of rear leg partitions of which even the heartiest of plumbers dare not whisper of. We found some excellent stashes as always...
Jane rules!
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