This isn't legitimate sports bar viewing, is it?
Does it have a bunk?
Because I might need a bunk after, or while, watching.
I'll admit I was confused, catching up.
Yeah, there was confusion. And I admit to my fair share. But I think we determined that it was all billytea's father's fault. What with the boy-on-boy stuff...
Maybe we need to start talking about math, or gardening, or something, to get things back in balance.
Either that or go throw glitter and porn at Bitches.
We were being Anglophilic... that's legitimately nattery.
Board games! Anyone played a good one lately?
Either that or go throw glitter and porn at Bitches.
I threw porn at Bitches, it meandered over here... What's a natterer to do?
And thus we prove that what really kills this thread is wholesomeness.
Cass, that stoopid page doesn't want to load.
It just spins 'round and 'round and 'round. Meanie.
Yeah,
The
Web chat... The festive one. Well, the one that could have been festive.
Sigh...
race car driver dot com, no spaces and no www.
So all the WORLD could see you hit on him?
Well, the cable watching world? The race fan cable watching world? Like, see him smile whistfully as he turns you down?