I had an explosive giggle fit.
That sounds like some of my personal experiences.
I'm concerned about what that particular child does in his free time...
So much for going to Taco Bell anymore.... Stupid little yippy dogs.
I should let a couple of my uncles know that. It would be entertaining. Of course my mom has a safety corkscrew because her fiance is an idiot.
I used to know a PETA girl. I adored her.
Now I'm thinking about people literally eating adult videos... Not too sure how that works.
That looks like something that people would keep with them at a club looking for a one night stand.
I applaud the man. It's the woman's fault for not noting the people around her.
Arrogance gets you no where.
Both valid points, though this will just be the first of my tattoos.
Hello Lovlies, I've got a question for you. I'll be getting a tattoo at some point noot far off. I'm not completely sure where to get it. Any suggestions?
~Kisses~
Chandra
Technology is always malfunctioning...
Anyone who thinks of medical terms like that would make me incredibly scared to go to the docotrs.
Your fairy is called Thorn Hailfly
She is a protector of the lonely.
She lives in brambles and blackberry bushes.
She is only seen at midday under a quiet, cloudless sky.
She wears purple and green like berries and leaves. She has cheery turquoise wings like a butterfly.
I've got Disturbed playing right now. Specifically the song Liberate.
Not all tattoos show up all the time. I'm going to be getting a UV tattoo. They only show up under black light once they heal completely. As for the fake boobs thing, I don't need them. Mine are bigger than needed naturally.
I'm 19, refuse to join Twitter, can't drive, would probably break the GPS, got a basic cell phone that I can't make unintentional calls with, and only remember where the cordless phone is because there's a charger for it in my room. As far as paper or plastic goes, the only reason I use paper is so I'll always have book covers around, and they work well as a floor cover when you're spray painting.
They need a bigger safe. Just turn off the cameras at the bank.
My uncle is 5'2", is what is considered fat, and is balding. All that is supposed to be against him. For his height we call him vertically challenged, his weight he becomes a well-rounded man, and his hair line is what we say is his guarantee he's part of the family. All the men in the family have the bald on the top, hair around the the outside of the head thing happen. I love my uncle to pieces. For as long as I can remember, he's always been in relationships. So he's not a guy that fits a stereotypical ideal. He's great, and ends up with some rather pretty ladies.
My personal preference has been pretty varied, but I've been told I have a thing for scrawny guys. Many of them have been, I've been attracted to a guy who it took two of us to hug him fully. There's no guarantee anywhere. So it shouldn't make a difference.
I'm listening to Spanish guitar music by the band Incendio.
The forecast said rain. I'm going swimming.
Prayers and happy thoughts for the two of you.
I actually really love the back of my calves caressed. Another place is between the top of my shoulder blades on my spine. And the third is giving the hollow of my throat attention. I end up with visible shivers.
That's a rather lot of no for replies. Seriously, I'm not one of them. I'd like to see a guy I'm with in panties. Though I'm also a girl who liked the thong scene in John Tucker Must Die.
She sounds like my mom. At least as far as the funeral for the man she was with.
I'd prefer the chicken, but I don't eat burgers at restaurants.