Oh, your mom and the concept of boundaries. It is to laugh!
I think her idea of "boundaries" is INSIDE YOUR BRAIN.
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Oh, your mom and the concept of boundaries. It is to laugh!
I think her idea of "boundaries" is INSIDE YOUR BRAIN.
WHAT WE SHARED A BLOODSTEAM ONCE!!
The Wikipedia article is the one that flummoxed me.
Dang. What about WebMD?
WHAT WE SHARED A BLOODSTEAM ONCE!!
HALF YOUR DNA IS MINE THEREFORE WHY *WOULDN'T* YOU WANT TO SHARE EVERYTHING WITH ME?!?
Steph, do you think if you actually one day, shared with her she'd run screaming? Or would she say "Finally! My baby is talking to me!"
Joe = Superman.
He found the OTHER sheet of paper with the combinations on it.
HFS.
Steph, do you think if you actually one day, shared with her she'd run screaming? Or would she say "Finally! My baby is talking to me!"
Probably more the latter. (Actually, it would me more like, "Well, Dolly, I'm glad you have a good sex life, but that sounds DANGEROUS. I don't think you should do that! It doesn't sound like a good idea at all!")
She wouldn't run screaming. She's the one who casually uses phrases like "fuckbuddy" and "pulling a train."
Joe = Superman.
What? He's Miracleman!
"pulling a train."
Oh. Dear. God.
Mother, no!
My mother was born in 1928, and we never once talked about sex. I literally first learned about it in Catholic school.
This is so blowing my mind.
Actually, Steph, you are totally right.
He *is* totally Miracleman.