«[T] here is no more «personal space»; what used to be my arms have been repurposed for tugging, my braids are now rope for better climbing; I am more of a human
jungle gym now than anything, or at least some days I feel that way.
Not exact matches
Now twenty - four, he's broad shouldered and masculine, and so sinfully sexy, I want to climb him like the
jungle gyms we used to enjoy.
But Nintendo is beginning to feel like the kid who inadvertently did some awesome gymnastics falling off the
jungle gym, was wildly cheered for it and
now keeps on straining to replicate that initial success in hopes of maintaining the popularity it brought him.