And we have good Chinese food here!
::shrug::
So does Vancouver, and it's closer.
Merely chest sweat. Which has its own virtues.
See, the pants look soaked, like, water-wet. That's why I'm thinking he's a wet man.
Bless his vapidly beautiful behind.
So does Vancouver, and it's closer.
Cave Canadian. That's "cave" in the Latin sense, oh never fuckin' mind...
but is he wet?
The pants certainly look wet. Maybe we can agree on moist.
Maybe we can agree on moist.
Moist pants on a woman = excited.
Moist pants on a man = all done.
Hmmm, interesting late night conversation in here.
They look wet to me.
It seems like wetness should be beyond discussion to rate on the provacateuse site. Though, I've seen ita fudge if there was pretty on the line.
Cave Canadian.
I think it's funnier if we use the Flintstonian meaning.
Though, I've seen ita fudge if there was pretty on the line.
Before or after Best Of, though?
My printer sucks. I give up. I'm going to bed.
I have a natural sciences question: I just saw a cat trotting through my yard with a kitten in its mouth. The mother of the kitten was circling my ankles. The cat that had the kitten is part of the mother's clan; I don't know its gender.
Do cats eat kittens? What if the kitten was dead, would it just be meat? These cats are not starving, but are scavengers. Or do other clan-mates help move the kittens? I couldn't tell if the kitten was alive or dead.
The mother is not very doting. She pretty much stepped out for a smoke, gave birth, put the kittens in a dumpster, and headed back into the nightclub to par-tay.