Yeah, well TX.'s story did not include the homeless guy saying "by me." Just if she knew someone. But, in answer to your question . . . thinking . . . ha, no, kidding. The answer is no. Probably not.
If you show me a titty I'll give you a good tip. Are you wearing a thong? And, more commonly and annoyingly (because this is apparently a socially acceptable conversation to start with someone you don't know very well): questions about whether you will, and when you will, have children. How about none of your goddamn business? Jesus.
My two year old is driving me insane today. He's currently crying because I took away a retractable dog leash that he found and I didn't think he needed to be playing with. Forget the entire room dedicated to housing all the damn toys we own, apparently a leash is the only thing worth playing with. There will be drinks tonight, oh, there will be drinks.
Part of my day consisted of a grown man plunging his head into my chest and sobbing. Drinks are already happening. I'm a cold, cold person 'cause all I could think was, "I don't know what to do with this. Too sober and/or old."
So you've been with your SO how long? Isn't about time you guys have some kids? Whats going on there? Why don't you have 20 kids? And why would you assume this is nobody else's business?
Now we're watching Zootopia for the hundredth time. This week. When people ask why you don't have kids yet you're more than welcome to use my posts as reasoning.
You're the reason I give for birth control, condoms, and plan b....I'm kidding, I'm terrified of having kids anyway. I've had a stressful day, sorry if my posts are coming off mean spirited.
Hey, the less likely you are to reproduce the better for all of us. BOOM ROASTED! That probably did sound mean but I was mostly kidding.
I'm hiding in the kitchen while the kids are distracted with Zootopia. I think I'm going to make some no bake cookies. Should I pair the cookies with a white or a red?
I was 20 years old and selling books door to door for commission only in a suburb of Los Angeles. It was the fourth of July and I was outside having a cigarette getting ready to start my day (it was about 6:30 in the morning). This guy in a convertible pulls up and I assume he's lost and wanting directions. So I walk up to his car and discover this guy with his cock out and he's stroking it. He asked me, " Do you want me to suck your cock?" I was totally taken aback so I just headed back to the house after I came up with the amazing rejoinder of " Fuck you, faggot!" As I was walking back it dawned on me that it might be good to report this to the police so I headed back to the road and memorized the license plate number. Called the police and filed a report. The cops got back to me a day or two later saying they couldn't find the guy and the license plates had been stolen. I guess in keeping up with what's going on in this thread, this was definitely a time when I did NOT want my cock sucked.
Sigh... Me too. I can't believe Nett got fired for this site. Most of us are boring as fuck. I'm betting it's Dixie's fault, posting all those hairy bush photos.
I'm gonna kill you.. So I'm sitting here eating curry, drinking some kalua....and I look down and see that I managed to get rice in my keyboard. I better clean it up before el husband notices. He always gets on to me about spilling food 'round heyuh.