Shake it like a Polaroid picture
I don't know about you, but I think I already know how to do this exercise. *insert other witty dick jokes here*

Eighteen piles and a dozen roses
If you know the song I just bastardized, well, kudos, my friend.  It gets stuck in my head sometimes, much like another bizarre country tune that my childhood pals in East Texas and I would shout out as we were swaying on a tree swing.   I know.  It will haunt you forever.  You're welcome. There's a point I was going to make with this.  Let me remind myself.... Um... Ah.  Okay. So, yes.

I'm movin' on up, to the east side
Pennsylvania, to be exact. Yes, dear reader whose face I would try to delicately read with my hands but cannot because I would never let you into my house when you're dressed like a tart and smelling of cheese, I am leaving Colorado and my beloved Denver for the literal greener pastures of southeastern Pennsylvania.Folks who know my exploits on other various things I spout upon are already aware of this, but I figured the world at large should know, since I'm sure my absence of late has been a large worry. Or not.I've hesitated to talk about this, which caused me to basically seize up and refrain from saying nary a word on this here ol' Binky. I'm like

Do you remember me
I said that to you over and over tonight, as if to jog your memory a little bit more about our past.Sixteen years it's been, between you and me. And here we are, on the precipice of your 40th birthday. I was just 19 when we met, and you were a deliciously pervy 23.I remember it all. I remember meeting you in June of 1993, after many months of very difficult times I had in other various relationships. I met you, that June, and all of the past melted away into trifles of boys versus this MAN. This MAN who suddenly showed up in my life, at my place of work, and in my consciousness that I couldn't escape.And just now, you slipped into bed, and we j