Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Paths can be misleading
I remember when I had paths I hadn't already gone down many times...Ah the innocent days...
This conversation has gone down a path I cannot follow.
I'm not sex obsessed Rae, it's ok come to sugar daddy *pat pat*
The hotness factor cannot be denied. Sorry Rae.
It was pretty hot Rae
I did. It was arousing.
Did anybody read Rae's long ass user note?
The Chin Patrol is a forgiving [strike]cult[/strike] group
You're a very forgiving soul, and I appreciate that kindness.