I've no good reason to be here, or bad one for that matter, merely stopping in to see how the other half lives. And in front of a BDSM rope exhibit there are two 80 year old German grannies talking about so & so's rope technique, Old Hans Tiedherupman or some-such, WTF, overhearing, I have no good reason to be here but now I can't tear myself away...
a miscellany of completely unrelated thoughts...