Now, releasing throught the same process, a beltch containing only the foul oder of rancid human urine is beyond my ability to describe. Apparnetly, y...ou very much enjoyed the face I just made. You expressed this by laughing uncontrollably for a good minute straight. You finally sat back down to watch the game. You also reached over for another beer. "Get used to it bitch cuz I'm having more beers", you said while chuckling, thinking about what just happened. By the time the game and the next. An Autumn Cashmere sweater and her down vest was over it. God it was freezing outside. Her Pucci scarf was wound around her neck, her feet in New Balance sneakers, and her Coach hobo bag hanging on her arm, full of stuff for the plane. Her Emma Spade luggage was surrounding her, as was the rest of their families' crap. She had sunglasses on top of her head, like she couldn't wait to put them on.And Emma Graham was horrified. They must have taken the picture at the actual time they were there,. Sitting next to one massive hangar sat the little Grob the girls had arrived in.The station seemed lonely without the bustle of No. 468 Squadron, who had left before ten hundred hours that morning. The only excitement that occurred in the afternoon was just before supper, when a CH-146 Griffin helicopter from 417 Combat Support Squadron, converted to fusion/electric, settled delicately on the runway and landed Mrs. Edna Thompson, a teacher from the high school at RCAF Station Cold Lake.Both. Barb did... she gave me a tour of her C cup tits in the dark. Anyway... Friday night we all went out for dinner and then an indoor Christmas light show. It was pretty spectacular. It was about 30 minutes in length and we had to stand in line for over an hour before it was our turn to head in. In a very Disney like fashion we moved into a huge, dark room and leaned on long waist high walls to keep our balance. I would guess there were more than 200 of us at that showing. We were promised.