I’m thinking they found other fruit/veggie/food models with the dildo.
I’m thinking they found other fruit/veggie/food models with the dildo.
I first read it that way too.
That ALAB sounds right up my alley, thanks.
Daaamn, that’s cold what your ex and supposed best friend did. But I love how it all turned out in the end.
I think you have pet taxes due.
I enjoyed the pilot and would love to know what happened in episode 2.
If that’s you, Jen, this will be the biggest coincidence in my life.
Edit: I just realized I didn’t see Jen tonight so it can’t be you. (Also coincidence, not convenience.)
Is it an orange home improvement store? Because that’s where I work. 😮
I’m about to start my shift and I just know this song will be stuck in my head tonight.
I sit in a cubicle and I update bank software for the
2000metric switch.
Whoa! This really blows my mind. Did you keep in touch?
Good thing black is all we’ve ever seen in our yard.
I don’t know how they managed to get through a whole movie with Chris Tucker in that getup. I would just die laughing.
I’m just speculating here based on my own experience, but I wonder if part of it is also something subtle in your attitude that others pick up on.
When I met the man who is now my husband, I wasn’t even looking for a relationship. I was just enjoying my life, exploring new hobbies, and was in a good place mentally – that is, I was fine if I ended up single for the rest of my life.
I imagine married people also tend to be in a similar frame of mind where they aren’t looking for a relationship, and maybe there’s a confidence that comes out of that that is attractive to others.
Wow, you all are amazing. Thanks.
Does anyone here know what’s in this drink? I tried a Google but only found other petridish-like cocktails and shooters that pale by comparison.
Also the mouth makes it look like it’s going “huh.”
Is that why trans-Atlantic flights are so much more expensive these days?
Used to live in a townhouse where two doors down this old guy would always sit outside and smoke his cigars. (The neighbor in the unit between us said that he is the oldest retired Chicago Bear still living. Edit: Found out the guy’s name. John Damore.)
I worked from home at the time. Every time when it was a nice day out, not muggy, with a cool breeze, I would open up our windows and smell nothing but his cigar smoke.
And nauseous vs. nauseated.