I'm having a tall americano w/cream and a touch of sugar and spice.
It'll do.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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I'm having a tall americano w/cream and a touch of sugar and spice.
It'll do.
I am having a Diet Coke and a cigarette.
I'm having green tea with a touch of honey. Just in case.
Did anyone see the Saints game yesterday? It made me cry. It's going to be awfully hard not to make Super Bowl predictions now.
I did I did I did! Wasn't that amazing! FIVE AND ONE, BABY!!!
Also, pee-stick~ma.
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Hi Todd!
Sorry to hear abotu DH #1, Laura, but good to see you! How much would I love to do Thanksgiving in the Keys? A bunch.
No beverage, here. Though now I'm a little thirsty.
Beer and Casanova.
I am Polter-Cow, Starter of Trends.
I am having a Diet Coke and a cigarette.
I see the diet Coke and approve, but I thought you had written a Dear John letter to the cigs.
Fucker came back saying how much he loved me and needed me and wanted me.
Effing Nic.
I did I did I did! Wasn't that amazing! FIVE AND ONE, BABY!!!
That kick was a thing of beauty. Actual tears. Beautiful. (Getting a little misty even now).
Thanks for the ~ma y'all. I'm out of here in about 15 minutes, and then home.
Fucker came back saying how much he loved me and needed me and wanted me.
Look, maybe it's none of my business, but I'm fairly certain he's seeing hundreds of thousands of people behind your back, including my stinky and yellow-fingered downstairs neighbor. He'll take your money, leave you wrinkly and brown-toothed, and snicker about what a sucker you are while hanging around with his lawyers and corporate whores in his DC lobbyists' offices and other such low-rent dives. He's so not worthy of you. Kick his lying ass to the curb.