Unless when she first showed up she she said, "How ya doing? Stud" (Grease.) That would mean she's lost her cute little storm innocence and is now a bad bitch who's ready to kick some ass. Don't judge me. At one point in my life I had five older step sisters who watched that movie all the time.
I think they should give hurricane scarier-sounding names, considering what they do. I mean, aren't people more liable to run and take cover when they hear on the news that Hurricane T-Bone is fast appraoching from the Gulf?
I watched a show last night on the history of Hot Dog on a Stick. They have locations nationwide, but they are mostly a West Coast thing I guess. They are found mostly in shopping mall food courts. There used to be one at the local mall when I was a kid, before malls had "food courts." The gimmick has remained the same since their inception. They sell the eponymous "hot dog on a stick," which most of the world would recognize as a "corn dog." Apparently they were early corn dog pioneers, and the "Hot Dog on a Stick" moniker predates the "Corn Dog" name (the other story is that "Corn Dogs" are frozen and reheated, while Hot Dogs on a Stick are not, therefore they are somehow a different thing). There is a claim that Hot Dog on a Stick was the first to put the stick in the hot dog, though. They are also famous for their fresh-squeezed lemonade. Much like that other beloved West Coast chain, In-n-Out, their menu is pretty limited: Hot Dogs on Sticks, Lemonade, and a few other similar items. Not even sodas, as far as I remember. The other distinguishing factor is the crazy-ass uniform they make their employees wear. If you have never seen one, you're in for a treat. It looks like this: It contrasts with the sparkling white-and-mirrored look of most of the stores. Also, they have the employees "hand-squeeze" the lemonade in large tubs with a sort of plunger device, sort of like churning butter: The trick, I learned last night, was that you have to put your whole body into it. The amazing thing I noticed is that the uniform has another property entirely: the boobs of whoever wears it disappear. It is the Harry Potter Invisibility Cloak of Boobs. I do not know how this works at all. I first thought that maybe they only hire boobless employees, but they seem like a nice company who would not discriminate like that. I thought perhaps they banned bras, but then it's unclear how the butter-churning thing works... Alternatively, if the technology exists to make boobs disappear, there must be equivalent technology to do the opposite, right?
Yes, if there were only some sort of, I dunno, padded-type breast holding device. Or better yet, if the medical field could somehow develop some sort of thing, maybe a gelatenous substance in a bag - like if it could be implanted in some way.
Fuck Hot Dog On A Stick. Whenever I'm in the States and I'm in the mall and see those poor girls in those hideous fucking uniforms, I have to bite down on my lip to prevent myself from screaming "SELL YOUR FUCKING BLOOD!!!" at them.
The show I watched had interviews with the workers at the original store (still there on Venice Beach I guess). They were super-enthusiastic and extremely well-spoken. Granted they were on TV and the founder's daughter (now the big boss, I guess) was there - also dressed in the uniform - but I didn't sense any guile. If my own coworkers would be that dedicated and on-the-ball, I would have a much better time at work.
Now don't go lying. I have it on good authority that you have been known to wear penny loafers and a aweater tied around your neck. And that is far gayer than a little guy on guy anal between friends. Hell topping in the dark might not even be gay. It could just be an accident of bad visibility.
It shames me to admit this but I secretly really want to fuck her. And not even a hate-fuck, just a straight up fuck. I say secretly because I'm only telling this to you strangers on the internet whom I don't know.
Ok, this is it, the absolute worst thing I would ever want to see. I literally can't think of anything worse in the whole world. Just, NO. Spoiler http://www.grindtv.com/outdoor/blog...omes+focus+of+large+and+ferocious+mako+shark/
I can understand (but not echo) this desire, based on at one point in my life demanding to fuck the skankiest, nastiest trailer trash in the bar and succeeding/failing. Sometimes, you just want to row a ho. But seriously, there are prettier, cleaner girls at your friendly local homeless shelter.
I believe the recipe for the baked mac and cheese I just assembled may well fulfill the 'Reckless disregard for human (and potentially doggie) life' under most states' Murder Two statutes. I can't wait to bake it tonight. In poop news, if I don't poop by 9 a.m., I have to wait for the next day. Fortunately, after missing yesterday, I'm back in business today, and none too soon with mac and cheese for dinner tonight.
I think they are probably the most indimidating animal on earth, I mean... you're absolutely no match for that machine in it's home. But drag it into a boxing ring, and I'll whoop it's fin-sporting ass. Plus, a bite like that would end your life in nanoseconds. Check out these chompers: Spoiler .... our little local friend Mr. Wolverine there can crush the hip bone of a bear with their jaws like it ain't no thang. That's what they like doing: tormenting you so they can while you while still alive. Only animal on the planet that kills for pleasure, you gotta love 'em. I wish they could sim better so they could fight sharks. I think a wolverine could kick a shark's ass. I mean, zombies can beat sharks in fights.
Co-signed. I couldn't stand the high and mighty backlash that happened with her. "She's a slut, a whore, a blah blah blah." She doesn't take any more dick in her than the blonde that works at the bar or answers phones at the office. At least you can hope to knock her up and get some of that Hilton money. "Oh, I wouldn't fuck her, she's blah blah blah." If most guys didn't know who she was, were just sitting at home at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon on their couch and she walked by and said "Want to fuck?" 90% of them would say "Sure why not?" Toss in the fact she's rich? Come the fuck on. God I hate pretentious penises. I'd fuck her. And titty fuck those new funbags. Surprised she held out this long. I guess she gave up on being a model.
Children: annoying in every language, culture and country. My penis takes umbrage, sir! It only fucks the rarest and most exclusive of Belgian monks.
You know monks by definition are dudes right? There are no female monks. Very specific tastes your penis has.
So my brother in law gave me a shit load of super sweet spiced wine. I am talking about 200 grams of sugar a liter sweet. So I am doing what anyone would do. DISTILLATION!