Sorry, just being random with my day. I am so very glad this day is over. Bye bye, day.
Yes, I'm sober.
'Time Bomb'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Sorry, just being random with my day. I am so very glad this day is over. Bye bye, day.
Yes, I'm sober.
After graduating with dual degrees from Notre Dame, my high school crush went on to medical school and is now a surgeon with the Air Force living in Japan.
However, after making out with him in his car, I found out he's a terrible kisser. Go figure.
You Seattle People! GO TO THE DENTIST!!
I wonder how these clinics deal with the phobia.
Drugs. Laughing gas.
My fear of needles is greater than my fear of pain
The needles tend to hurt so much that I often wonder if the pain of the filling would really just be less. I've had a couple minor things done without novocaine, for that reason.
Maybe he'll get a GAY hand! Or a LIBERAL DEMOCRAT hand!
Bwhaha! Oh, that's awful, but funny.
I think Smoosh is the current perv flavor. Though I'm secretly hoping for the underdog Inflation Fetishists
Do I even want to know? Why do I suspect I will, if i keep reading the next few posts?
"I'm a little teapot short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my...other handle.
I LIED! I'm a SUGARBOWL!"
What are you planning to do--throw him to the werewolf, so that you can escape? Of course she was.
HAH! A true big sister.
My house is being inspected tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. eastern time.
Finding-nothing-wrong~ma would be muchly appreciated.
Oh, also? I emailed that girl this morning. Can I get a little -ma that the answer (a) comes and (b) is good?
I was in line to pay for something and there was a little three- or four-year-old girl was behind me. She was telling jokes. One was, "Why did the pickle cross the road? To get to the pickle jar."
I was in line to pay for something and there was a little three- or four-year-old girl was behind me. She was telling jokes. One was, "Why did the pickle cross the road? To get to the pickle jar."
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: It was safety-pinned to the punk-rocker.
Daniel - - you're nephew's home?!? That's excellent.
Daniel, is this a good kind of back home?
Hec has a new tag, and...I don't think GC does, but maybe she does.
Also, no one gave Kristin props for quoting Hitchhiker's Guide, so I'm doing that now.
Typo Boy, that picture is great. Ha!
Holy crap about your boss, Tep. I hope it all goes well.
Fnarrr.