I never really quite understood how Ballsack became the whipping boy, but I probably missd a lot in that time I was away. For a brief 3 year period, I almost had a life. Hell, I still confuse you guys half the time with each other, but that might just be early-onset dementia. However, I don't have enough personality to stand up to peer pressure so: Fixed that for you.
It's ok. I got shimmered and bewildered confused for the longest time, and still have to remind myself which one is which.
If you read a post and laugh - it wasnt me. I'm never funny pretty much ever. Bewildered is hilarious.
I still can't keep PinkCup and Pink Candy straight. One works with sex offenders and the other likes to be spanked. I think...
Here is a simple tip to help you out. If it's about what comes out of an ass, it's bewildered. If it's a picture of an ass, it's shimmered.
I as well. I used to get villagebicycle and Village Idiot mixed up fairly often as well. Until I met villagebicycle and then it made a bit more sense. I often confuse Parker and Peter North as well, but thats mostly just based on their respective sexual prowess. So I watched Haywire tonite and while her dialogue delivery is a bit wooden, Gina Carano has fucking presence on screen, so fucking sexy. The fight scene with her and Fassbender is fantastic. Just brutal and awesome to see her go into MMA mode instead of the ridiculous punch sequences most action movies feature.
whoa, whoa, whoa. Is the ass bleeding from spicy foods a real thing? I always thought that was a joke made up by the south Park guys.
There's a Tex-Mex restaurant in Bedford NH that serves a dish called Pasta 911. They make a big fuss about its heat on the menu as the sauce uses habeneros, jalapeños and a variety of other colon cleansers. But it also uses tropical fruits. After eyeing it on the menu after several visits, I asked myself, "How hot can this really be?". I posed this question after numerous margaritas (see previous post about tequila). So, I ordered it. The waitress asked if I'd had it before, I said no, then posed my question to her. She offered to bring me a small sample of the sauce to try first. I put a very modest amount on a chip and at first, there was a wonderful explosion of flavor on my tongue. The mango, pineapple and banana came thru, and lingered for all of 3 nanoseconds before the Scovilles took over. Hottest thing I have ever tasted. My brother-in-law ordered it as an appetizer one time and polished it all off, sweating and crying like a mourner in a sauna. At an Indian restaurant in London, they listed their hot levels 1-10. I asked what level the cooks make vindaloo for themselves and the said 7, so that's what I ordered. He advised a 5. Good advice. Based on the 5, the 7 would have killed me and the 10 would have resulted in spontaneous combustion. And the rectal bleeding is from a fissure caused by the extreme bowel movements.