I was sitting on the footrest part of our sectional and managed to pinch a vein or something. My dick and only my dick went numb. When I stood up and took two steps toward the stairs to go to bed, I was immediately glad there wasn't anything nearby I could have used to kill myself with. If you could turn a cactus inside out and use it for a pocket pussy, that would have been roughly what my dick felt for the 49 seconds it took (I counted) for the male equivalent of childbirth to end.
Great, you pushed him too far and now he's breaking out The Cosbys with the flisms and the flasms shooby-doo Pudding Pops.
Captured the face perfectly. On that note, have a good weekend, people. I'm off to get drunk at a lake house. Or, for our friends up north, going to cottage.
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Cottage. A cottage doesn't necessarily need a lake. It needs: A roof A firepit A larger firepit for Drunken Firepit Jumping ...what you choose to add is up to you.
Calling it a LAKEHOUSE just sounds pretentious. It sounds like you should have a white sweater tied around your neck. And at least two of your friends should be named Biff.
Up here, good examples of the difference would be Cottage: Lake House: ...the one on the bottom would cost over a million dollars around here, easily.
He'll the town I work in here in Indiana has a maple syrup festival. Quebec's got noting on us, except public transit, population density, and probably a bunch of other cool shit.
In total agreement. I dislike this state to a great extent. Still, it could be worse. We could live in Florida. Tonight, the wife is working, and the kid is in bed. Therefore, I am enjoying a nice drink and watching G.I. Joe: Retaliation (I know, its mindbogglingly inane, but I needed a movie to turn my brain off). The school year starts on Monday, so my summer is officially over. Next week is two-a-days (with lesson planning during my breaks), and after that school starts. Holy crap it is early for school to start.
Personally, the only complaint I ever had with Florida is what you encounter when stopping at the side of the road. When I was in Death Valley, a coyote came right up to me, sat down and stared at me like I was a ceiling fan. I thought "Cool". In Florida, it was "That thing is going to fucking EAT me." Of course, I've only been to touristy-areas for the most part. Other parts include Deland which was nice town, clean with lots of old Canadians running out the clock. Daytona sucked (because I met race fans there), and Miami was either trendy or crawling with bikers, pimps and douchescum. Tampa I've been and discussed before, it did not seem like a nice city at all.
My mom can still tie one on. My dad just sits there slowly sipping a gin fizz like a big waif. Whatevs, it's a nice night out there y'all.
Who honest to God thinks up a gif like that? I mean, I laughed. HARD. But "Demented Left-Field Shit" is all I can describe it.
The bugs alone are enough for me to spurn Florida. I am pretty picky though. Arizona is too brown and has creeps (spiders and scorpions I can't deal with). It looks like I'm retirement challenged. Either way my friends are here so it's not all bad but it could be much better. I need to travel more to find my spot I guess. I have a buddy in Australia, maybe that would work. I hear good things about Colorado.