It's what the British say: "I'm dreadfully sorry, but it will be simply impossible for me to bugger you this evening, chap. I'm afraid I've been trainspotting all afternoon and I've gone quite tender."
Now this makes me wonder... is the rainbow you're supposed to taste her feet or lady parts? At least with my avatar there is no confusion.
Yeah. True. Start at her lady parts and work your way down to her feet, so that she can fall asleep after the orgasm, not before.
Done for the week...until tomorrow, when I have to sift through a couple hundred keywords and do analysis. But for now, it's nearly drinking time. Is it a cider night? A wine night? Screwdriver night? Beer night? Deciding is hard. All I know is an awesome friend hooked me up with all the tv I missed, I have fuck-all to do tonight, and drinking seems like the move.
He drinks a whiskey drink. He drinks a vodka drink. He drinks a lager drink. He drinks a cider drink... I'm having a wine night, Nom. Slutty red wine. That's my recommendation.
Had an interview this morning that could have gone better. Didn't help that I was/am still full of a cold but I don't think I fucked it up too badly. Either way I'll know by monday. I think its a cider night for me, surely all the vitamins from the apples will help my cold?
I accidentally drank too much on a work night. I've become a light weight. Have four beers and a glass of homemade cider in an evening and the world starts spinning when you hit the sack? And then to make matters worse I took some gravol to stop the spinning, which always results in groggy mornings. Fuuuuuuuuck. But I went bowling, and that was fun, and my redhead friend discussed, in considerable detail, her sexual fantasies, virginity takings, drug use, and threesomes. Of a mutual friend, said, "yeah, I'd totally be down for double-teaming that." Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Second positive evaluation in a row this month. And there were some checkmarks in the outstanding column this time. Hot damn, things are going in my direction.
Is it wrong that i find the fact that my brother might have knocked up a girl best described as a Russian shot putter? I already feel sorry for the baby, poor thing will look hideous if the parents are anything to go by
I know a few guys who are into competitve cock-fighting, and they've told me the exact opposite: If you want a rooster to throw a fight, give it a little blow and it will act sluggish and get its ass kicked. As far as chemicals to get the chicken pumped and keep them fighting even when they have mortal wounds, there are a shitload of them, including veterinary compounds, heroin, even Coca cola. The actual choices and dosages made by each breeder/owner are closely guarded secrets, though. Here's a picture of some big cocks: NSFW