You just need to hold off on the happy face and big smile until after you discharge your weapon.
t discharges empty shotgun shell from chamber How do you like my smile now, bitch?
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You just need to hold off on the happy face and big smile until after you discharge your weapon.
t discharges empty shotgun shell from chamber How do you like my smile now, bitch?
This kind of crap should never be said to a woman with cramps.
This kind of crap should never be said to me ever.
whee I have first day cramps today too. wheee!
I also have w2w carpeting in the kitchen and the bathroom. The man who lived here before us had parkinsons and slipped very easily on non carpeted floors. which doesn't really explain the kitchen - since that carpet is older.
whee I have first day cramps today too. wheee!
My sisters.
Greg asked her to steal one when she left; I offered to look the other way so she wouldn't have to try to fit it in her suitcase.
No giving away of the babies until I get to see them next month, woman!
Anne, I hope everything continues to go well with the house selling. The stress is to be expected but I hear long soaks in the bath usually help alleviate some of the tension. I plan on following that train of thought tonight, myself.
Once a friend of mine and I ran into a friend of a friend in a bar. This woman (the friend of a friend) went on and on about how happy she was, and how all you needed to be happy was to have the right attitude. Then she said how she really disliked unhappy people, as their unhappiness was due to their weakness or laziness or something (I forget her exact words).
This woman was about 20, had just come back from a 3 month vacation in Europe, and was a big-time socialist (she was a huge fan of Marx (the person)). Rather than give this woman the beating she so richly deserved or attacking her happiness beliefs directly, my friend and I just calmly proceeded to trash Marx (talking about what an elitist he was and the contempt he had for the proletariat, etc). In the end, we got the satisfaction of leaving this woman quite upset.
I don't bother with guns. I find the men realize the danger and begin to flee on sight. I prefer tasers. Perhaps its just the Dogbert in me, but I enjoy the sound of shizzling polyester when I have cramps.
I enjoy the sound of shizzling polyester when I have cramps.
"I love the smell of napalm in the morning."
In actuality, I prefer swords. They don't run out of ammo, plus they're good exercise.
I wonder if we'll see many of the guy Bitches in here this morning.
In actuality, I prefer swords. They don't run out of ammo, plus they're good exercise.
And they're pretty.