Good for you, le nubian. I don't think I've ever impressed a doctor with how well I was taking care of myself.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Think up a better story to tell people though - if you come back from Vegas with visible wounds, there should be a really wild and crazy story about it.
Hey, what happens in Vegas...
Laga,
this was a first time for me too! I'm 42, there is still time for you too. :-)
Dammit, I am 41. not 42 yet.
I'm 42
I'm 42!
(A younger friend tells me that every time I ejaculate my age he pictures that SNL character kicking one leg up in the air proclaiming, "I'm 50!")
Dammit, I am 41. not 42 yet.
I'm... hey.
(I still figure out how old I am by recalling the year and adding 1)
Dammit, I am 41. not 42 yet.
It's a very confusing time.
Also, senility might be setting in.
I'm about to turn 45. In three years, but ANY MOMENT NOW.
Ha!
It's like "When Harry Met Sally" when Sally cries "I'm 30!" Harry says "you aren't thirty..."
oops! Sally said: I'm going to be 40!
I vaguely remember being afraid of 40.
I like the stripper trying to pole dance on my crutches idea. It's got a humorous bend to it. Now to suss out the story.