Me, either.
I have had my boobs phone-photo'd, but mea culpa: I was (a) drunk, (b) in bed, and (c) faceless.
And it was a good shot!
My ass? NEVAH.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Me, either.
I have had my boobs phone-photo'd, but mea culpa: I was (a) drunk, (b) in bed, and (c) faceless.
And it was a good shot!
My ass? NEVAH.
So I am going to attempt an outing though I really don't feel like it, don't want to jeapordize my newfound health, and my skin looks like ass because of the aforementioned unhealth.
Can someone please remind Mr. Jane that as unfun as it is to spend time at home with your sick wife, it's much less fun to be the stuck at home sick wife? Heaven forfend I rain on anyone's parade.
Ok. Confession time. I faxed my willy to a ladyfriend once.
I am not proud of this.
A buddy dropped by with a bottle of Macallan Gran Reserva
YaY! So, do you have a photocopier handy?
Ouch! Didn't it kinda hurt passing through the fax machine?
Daisy needs to fax her butt picture to Mr. Jane.
I faxed my willy to a ladyfriend once.
On what? A post-it?
Didn't it kinda hurt passing through the fax machine?
Well, sure. But it was a good hurt, if you know what I mean.
Daisy needs to fax her butt picture to Mr. Jane.
No, he likes my butt. I need to fax him a picture of my snotty nose.
I can just start to tell that the days are getting longer. It didn't feel like NIGHT until 6 to me, that is an improvement of about an hour. Good Times. I need to do some chores, but I have been out since about 10:30 and sitting with a glass of water and just relaxing for a second is more important.
On what? A post-it?
O, no you didn'T!
On a fax, hombre. It tooks days to download, on a T1.