Also, Daniel and Andi are making me miss my cat. Harvey sounds like quite the snuggler.
It's what he does, and he does it well.
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Also, Daniel and Andi are making me miss my cat. Harvey sounds like quite the snuggler.
It's what he does, and he does it well.
dw, I wouldn't be doing my job as a porny pants if I neglected to point out that your "great date" and "susan's back is out" posts were in provocatively close chronological proximity to one another.
Went to a place up (but we live on the highest hill in the city, so down? Or up-down-up?) in Crown Hill
From where you are, I'd say over, and avoid the pesky up-down issue.
Uh, her shoulder is out, not her back. So I'm not to blame.
But it's her right shoulder and neck, the side she mouses on. If you want to be porny, blame the intellectual orgy that is Buffistas.
Andi, with a chuckle after sprinkling catnip on an ottoman:
"I love drugging my cats."
I wouldn't be doing my job as a porny pantsI processed this as you saying you didn't want to be a porny pants, and I was all, "It's not like Trudy to play with a newbie's mind."
Yes. But Trudy, you're Super Porny Pants. So...
And I did not know your brother was that tall. And they're all so tall.It has really skewed what I think of as "tall."
And the thought is turning me on just the tiniest bit.You're trying to outgross me from the Cartman thing here? Cause it's working.
I have time to go make food between races if I skip the post-race interiews until later.
And I think puppycat was only snuggling with me because I am warm. She stole my heating pad when I got up and looks quite content.
and I was all, "It's not like Trudy to play with a newbie's mind."True. She's pretty forthcoming with the porniness of the pants.
But it's her right shoulder and neck, the side she mouses on. But if you want to be porny, blame the intellectual orgy that is Buffistas.
I can think of a good half-dozen amorous ways to achieve that injury. Just throw your chest out man, drink a beer, spit or something. You flexoralled the woman.
Hmm. It's my one day off work this week. I've slept and slept, and showered, and eaten breakfast. I *should* clean. But instead, I am being sucked into sitting on my couch watching TV, because between having to think of something fun to do, and having the energy to do it, I'm failing.
What should I go do to feel like this was a productive, or at least fun, day? Hmmmmm....