'Get It Done'
[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.
My first car was my mother's ancient, hand-me-down Pontiac T-1000 (a close cousin of the Chevette). When I was still in high school, my parents kept it in their name and it was just mine to use. Later on, I took it over, but it was all paid for -- I only had to pay insurance, etc. Stephen and I made that car last until well after Jake was born.
We almost killed it driving to Florida and back the year before we got married, though.
I was amused by the little icon next to the cup holder showing not to put a wine glass there
Some cars don't have that problem. IJS. [link]
Ok, just gotta say? I am wearing (for the first time) the most incredibly boobtastic bra I have ever owned. Wowza!
Did I kill the thread with my boobs? Damn, that's a first.
Don't be silly. Everyone's in their bunks.
Dear Whiny Bitch,
Quit being a whiny bitch.
The Empress
PS This post is entirely work-related.
Yes. Boobs. Bunks. There.
I need some Bitches to help me figure out what to wear to this show tonight [link] . I only have 2 pairs of jeans that fit me now, and I wore one last night and the other the night before. I intend to dance at the show and it will be 29 degrees tonight. Everything in my closet looks stupid and too big.
waiting for pictures
And Yay boobs!
Speaking of boobs. The HS coach's girlfriend attended the game last night. She parked next to me in the school lot and we chatted on our way in. Didn't know she was Coach's GF at the time. She discussed the question of locking the car door. I said my windows more expensive then stereo, so no. I noted in my mind that she was exposing an awards night red carpet quantity of boobage, which I thought odd for attending a HS basketball game in da hood. We went in and she stayed in the bleachers until our team arrived, then she moved over and sat behind the bench. Really lots and lots of boobage. Surprised the lads could keep their minds on the game, I know DH wasn't.
D doesn't look at boobs other than yours, sillyhead!! Sheesh. You should be ashamed maligning B that way! I'm shocked at you!
Hee hee hee.