I like where this is headed. Go on... Edit: Oh yeah, shimmered, sucks about your job. But if you're high risk, you are better off. One rambunctious large dog and you could be in trouble.
I don't know. The laws in Maryland are much different, labor wise, than in Texas. It's a shitty, shady deal, and I hate it. I just wanted to work and not deal with constantly worrying about doing 'too much', and not deal with grown as women acting like children. I can handle one or the other but not both. I rolled the dice and I lost. I can't say I'm sorry, but I hate how it went down. Funball - that was definitely becoming a concern. Thing is I was working with like (no shit) 8 other pregnant women who WEREN'T high risk, and the managers were looking at me like "Well, so and so is further along than YOU are and SHE'S trucking through it, it can't be that bad!" i've never in my life held back so strongly from breaking a woman's jaw, when she said that to me. The good news is, I can focus on getting accreditation in something I've been looking at for a good minute, so that's positive, and I'll be paid for going to school.
My asshole brother got me ball in a cup for Christmas and my OCD is making me get the ball in the cup before I get another beer. This simple Amish....like toy is regulating my alcohol consumption.
Shegirl's getting up there. I mean, shit, I mean she's getting up there. Allison Brie is getting up there. I agree, I'm shocked as well that she's that age.
God I fucking hate PETA. What are they but an ego stroke for their donors? "Here at PETA we care for all animals. Except the ones in our giant freezer that we exterminated.. And those dead puppies we dumped in a Wal-Mart dumpster. Also, fuck pitbulls. Yes, here at PETA we refuse to accept that Pitbulls are great pets when given a good home and support their genocide."
I'm going to be 42 in May and plan to have a HHGTTG themed party, with plenty of pan galactic gargle blasters. Also, long island iced teas. Because: I was trying to think what would fit that description, and of course long island iced tea came to mind. Because pretty much the only thing it does have in common with tea is that it is called tea. Anyway, back to the point: I'm going to be 42. It doesn't bother me that I am a decade older than Ms. Brie. It's something about being in your 40s - you're getting over that hump of regretting what could have been and starting to not give a shit.
A true Long Island is just a giant fucking shot. It is the "I will fuck the first person I see" drink.
At a certain point he has no one to blame but himself. If my kid did that twice to me he'd be touching the battery by the third
Ball is one of those things that slap your taint (in this case, named "Cup") when you're getting fucked. So yeah, it's exactly like you envision it.
Yes, it's called 'The death of hope and dreams' and it can be a bit liberating. Once you give up hope you realize you're just going to suffer, you're far less disappointed in life. Plus, I'm on the downside now, so only another 30 years or so to slog through. I turned 42 in July.