I can't wait to have lots and lots of baby girls!
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[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.
ita, your sarcasm font is broken.
When I was in NC I had Cashew Honey gelato. It was fantastic.
It's too hot for me to clean. I dusted the living room and swept the hallway, and I'm drenched and dripping in sweat. Ick. Hopefully it will get cooler so I can get this stuff done.
ooh, ice cream porn.
Hershey's makes a no sugar added butter pecan that makes my life nearly complete.
jeebus. While looking at the mutant clothing on Hec's link, I mused to myself..."Next they'll be pushing breast enhancers for babies." Next thing I know, I run smack into the breast enhancment page. Ostesibly for mastectomy survivors, why would a baby pageant site by selling them?
How can mothers do that to their little girls? I just don't get it. I mean, I do, from a psychological perspective...I just don't want it!
when I washed every dirty piece of laundry in the house except what I was wearing.
I just did this! In the process, I noticed that I own more blue shirts than every other color put together. I think I might have gone overboard on the blue on my last shopping trip. Now I crave more maroon, because it looks better with black pants.
When did I get interested in shopping? It's very distressing. And why didn't I do it when my parents were still paying for my clothes?
So. A while ago I'd contacted a woman on one of the dating sites, and she wrote back asking for my picture. I sent it, and then didn't hear from her again. A pretty clear signal, but I figured I'd give it one more shot. Wrote back to her, noting that she'd probably got the photo and realised the lorikeet was the good-looking one, but in my defence I'm the better kisser (lorikeets are all tongue).
She sent me her phone number this morning. Methinks this could be a good sign.
billytea, your funny side is showing.