Hey I'm just answering questions. Never know when you might need to buy jeans for your lady friend. So I'm waiting on a copy of my daughter's results and it's taking forever. So I go up and ask. They look around and then come back and ask if there's someone here to sign for it. I said yeah me, I can sign for it. They asked if I was over 18. Hahaha. These people are blind. I said I'm her mom. All of a sudden this crappy day just got awesome. I've already annoyed my daughter with my obnoxiousness regarding it, so far she's given me eye rolls and stop its. Day complete. Don't you guys ruin my illusion!! Shut it.
Well really, I have no right to call anyone boy. I'm only twenty-three. It's like I still have two years or so of being able to be called 'boy'.
More like 20 years, because there will always be some old, bitter white men who need to shit on someone to feel like they matter.
I woke up with the shits and a mega boner. Consequently, I think I may have a bruised dickhead, a bent shaft and an expanded piss tube.
I woke up bawling about a dream I don't even remember. You win. I have to give a presentation tomorrow to one of our sales teams. I have a tendency to talk VERY fast when I'm nervous. I hope those fuckers can keep up.
You should never have given your real age. Happyfunball will be dreaming all about you now for the next six months. Although I could be mistaken, and that you have to be under 18 to really get her motor running. Just wear your cycle or weight lifting shorts and post up a pic in the TIBer thread, give her a thrill.
I'm game, I guess. Me in Alaska in typical fall attire for the company. Me and my friends, out shooting.
Whaddya know, a real wild neckbeard, found in its natural habitat. Does this mean we have to stop making neckbeard jokes, now that there is one among us? Because I'm sure we'd find something else to make fun of. But it'd never be quite the same.
That's not a neckbeard. Just sayin. He's outside and doing shit, and isn't wearing a fedora or trenchcoat.
To foot the questions: -Natural lip pigment (I know I don't know why they're that bright) -I controlled the beard of the time with shaving, but kept all of it on in winter and fall because Alaska is fucking cold -I shaved it off after coming back to Idaho Here's me without beard. Notice the lips, they are ALWAYS like that.
Jesus, calm down Susan. This isn't the kind of fairy establishment where we stop mocking people because they're here. Ginger kids, neck beards, women in general, the elderly, and anybody else who's only useful for punchlines will always remain fair game for cheap jokes as long as they're funny.
Not fit enough for 'funball to go make herself happy. So its been about 2.5 half month and this person I pushed to get hired as my boss has been awesome. I ran out of work to do, she's working on this huge project and hasn't given me the shittiest things to work on. She's doing some bitch work as well, and then I'm doing some bitch work. Bosses like this make work a better place. Her face also like Lucy Liu so that doesn't hurt either.