Well, I don't know about you guys, but Pussygalore and I got back to my apartment at 8:30am this morning because we were out late with our internet friends.
Did they pick you up in a windowless van that had 'Free Candy' spraypainted on the side? Did they use the same van to drop you off? Do you have little memory of last night? If so, PM me, I'd like to get to know you better.
This sounds like the beginning of something hot, but you probably fell asleep over a pot of half cooked Easy Mac. Not that I know from experience, no never. It has been brought to my attention tomorrow is NYE. Anyone doing anything worth a shit? I'm giving it serious thought to stay home, do jack and shit. This is the first day my head isn't pounding like Parker is jackhammering me into the bed frame from behind. Plus, the doctor savaged my wallet. Decisions, decisions. All of them portentously bad.
You spelled "litre" wrong and we usually call that a "forty" (close to 40 oz). What you guys call "handles" I'm used to simply "64 ouncer" What you guys call "Magnums" we call "Texas Mickeys". There is different lingo allllllll over the place. And that "Hate the Eagles" line is from Big Lebowski. And THESE are my favourite Steel Panther tunes:
I'm a few years late, but I just started watching "Mad Men". I love it. I think I'll get through season one by the end of the weekend.
Hey your sister on her webcam told me it was the greatest cock ever, I mean I did pay her $4.99 for a 30 minute private session though.
A friend of mine, for reasons entirely unknown to me, bought me a cotton onesie. All it really seems to do is frame my scrotum. And it's 55% cotton, so using it as a layer when outdoors isn't an option, and it's button up from my junk to my neck so it's cumbersome to put on and take off. Kids, comfort wear / cold weather gear can make a nice gift. Warm, cozy, soft flannel PJs? Excellent idea. A nice comfortable hoodie or sweatshirt? Hey, why not. Long johns? Grandmotherly, but practical for my climate and love of outdoor activities. Cotton onesies? Uhh...
I will assume this means you would like to see pictures of my awkwardly framed scrotum in said onesie. Check your inbox.
Just took my daughter tobogganing for the first time. Guess what I got out of the deal? A bruuuuuuuuised tailbone!!!! *applause* Evidently some kids built an ice jump at the bottom of the hill and we hit it, and we were riding one of these: Spoiler ...so, with respects to Murphy's Law, we flew four feet into the air and I landed right on one of those oak joists with my ass. It hurts SO GODDAMN MUCH right now, I can barely fathom it. My daughter giggled her ass off the entire time and complained with much volume that I climbed the hill too slow after that.
Being the responsible father that I know you are, you need to get her a child sized one of those babies and have her trek up the goddamn hill herself. My mom is full of gems, but this one rings true, ''kids are half rubber, half steel. If they don't bounce they won't break.'' You can even buy her a cute helmet if you want to appear some what responsible.
You don't understand. She trekked up the hill herself. Every. Single. Time. Like she was running the Crucible at Parris Island. Meanwhile, I was the guy lying face-down in the mud being yelled at by men with no foreheads. I was injured and couldn't walk straight. She wasn't even breathing hard after 30 climbs. I could have sworn through the haze I saw her smoking a cigarette at one point.