curses! already told truth!
did tell him to tell story of how i slept in and drove 70 miles with broken arm, to instill fear of my badassery in ex.
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curses! already told truth!
did tell him to tell story of how i slept in and drove 70 miles with broken arm, to instill fear of my badassery in ex.
did tell him to tell story of how i slept in and drove 70 miles with broken arm, to instill fear of my badassery in ex.
Good on you, making use of every strategic advantage you have. (And yes, I am happily smirking right now.)
did tell him to tell story of how i slept in and drove 70 miles with broken arm, to instill fear of my badassery in ex.
I'm sorry, Erin, but I can't award you badass points for waving your arms around and falling over and breaking a limb. I didn't take my broken elbow in for a week; that didn't make me a badass. It meant I was stupid.
We can't just go around handing these badass points around willy nilly. It demeans all the real badasses.
dude, i accept my dipshittery! she dont have to know...
Hey, Jilli, did I miss the sock hair report? How did it turn out?
S. once broke his hand and played the rest of the football game. He loves that story.
I really, truly did not think it was broken. i mean, it hurt, but i really thought it was just a sprain. I've had worse cramps.
she dont have to know...
That's true.
ok, i have taken a vicodin, fed pets, called d. will now read trashy novels and ice arm again.
Amy, for some reason that makes me think of a guy I dated who at age 8 or so had a collision in a soccer game, and the other guy's tooth got knocked out, and everyone was fussing around him and his lost tooth, except the tooth? Was in my ex's forehead, but no one was paying him any mind.
That's probably way funnier to me than it was meant to be, but there's a reason I don't date much.