The flirtation limps along…
Ya gotta be sharp on Mondays…courtesy of “Glasgow’s Finest” razor-edged flying disc, fit for play and shearing sheep!
Just a nice, friendly game of whatever this is called…
Toby knows she doesn’t have many years left in her…go for it!
Toby’s biological clock keeps on ticking…
And then there’s time when it’s damned hard to snark on ultra-lame dialog…but I try…
Hmmm….that ugly woman watching the Frisbee players looks familiar…
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