No, Bewildered, it isn't. (I haven't gone that far with her yet; we just had a nice dinner last night.) It was just one of the many random thoughts that pop into my head without invitation every day. I thought someone on here would have something to say about the issue; maybe a TiBette would give an explanation as to why some women leave the tags on.
Holy fucking shit. NASA launched a rocket from Virginia, and supposedly you would be able to see it. I went up on my roof in Philly, and sure enough, you could see it! Amazing. Saw it streak across the sky. Never saw anything like that live in my life.
I hate you. We tried to see it, but the trees in our neighborhood are too damn tall. As far as the cuteness of pugs go...they aren't so much cute as damned hilarious. And the internet is an endless source of pug comedy material.
You do know rockets go straight up in the air? I imagine trees wouldn't be an issue after like five seconds. This isn't some fireworks show you're trying to see from 10 miles away.
I did not see any NASA rocket launch either. Of course living in California I guess I really had not chance to. But, I am watching the A's beating the Astros and moving into a first place tie with the Rangers. That is worth something, maybe a Shimmered pic? I promise you, no one wants to see a Puffman in any way, shape or form.
So I decided to go out by myself after all, went to a pub and got some drinks, started talking with a group of Germans and they invited me to go to some whiskey bar. I got completely hammered but I'm pretty sure I outdrank all of them but one. I just remember looking at my phone and seeing that it was 3 AM, excusing myself opening the door and then... nothing. That is nothing until an hour later when my memory cuts back in and I'm stumbling around a part of the city that is 30 minutes of walking away from my house when where I was only 15 minutes away originally. All I know after that is I woke up in my bed and I have my phone, keys and my wallet with all of it's contents. I hate time traveling, I blame all of you for my poor drinking decisions.
So last call at my cousins wedding was at 1230, the bartender wouldn't give me 6 drinks only 2 don't know if I'm just too drunk or he was being a cunt, gotta lean tward him being a cunt though, cause I didn't have enough to drink
Goddammit, everyone on this flight looks like white trash. Why do old women with huge asses insist on cramming themselves into leggings and animal prints? Fucking keeping it classy, Toronto.
This is highly disturbing, because I thought America stood for two things: Bombing the shit out of people for any reason, and fat people wearing bad clothing. Are you trying to tell me Canada is moving in on one of the above two monopolies?
Just because I needed an excuse to start drinking at 8:30 this morning, when my daughter woke up, as I was changing her diaper she points directly at her crotch and asks "Daddy, what is that?".
Just tell her the first sin was intercourse. Keep repeating, screaming, "EVE WAS WEAK!" before you send her into a locked closet to pray. As long as she knows "They're all going to laugh at you!" everything will be fine.
This thread is the tits....I need to go out and buy a dog now. I have a friend's wedding today, I see open bar and bad dancing in my future.