If I wasn't so lazy, I'd find a photo of two manly NFL dudes in a suggestive pose. You know, like when a dude in tight pants bends over, and another dude stands behind him. With his hands between the first dude's legs, pressed against his scrotum. But, also not gay.
I speak for freestyle/Greco roman wrestlers everywhere when I say: nobody takes more homophobic heat that us . Except Ju-Jitsu.
If you mean "Pro" Wrestling, then that's ACTUALLY gay. The reason the audience doesn't realize this is because half of them are dumb enough to still believe its real.
Sure? Like I said, I get sick once every two years or so, so I really don't think I need to be carrying hand sanitizer with me everywhere I go. What I should carry around with me is that awful tasting stuff you put on your fingertips to stop you from biting your nails. That's a terrible habit I have that I really need to stop.
The sweaty ass on gym equipment comment reminds me of this audiobook I'm listening to where this woman has become invisible and meets other invisible women. They all go around naked so as not to freak people out with their clothes floating through the air. All I can think about every time the characters mention their nakedness is "They are sitting in public places with their bare asses, that is fucking gross."
Plus I was in a pissy mood. There's signs everywhere! Come on! And I know people never use them because when I go to get my towel I always rip it pulling it out because it's stuffed so tightly. Every damn time. Which means no one is using them! Or you know, the staff is overfilling them. Stop it! And while I'm on my rant, stop sending me fucking emails Elliot with your psychological shit, praising me so you can then ask 40 million questions about the meet on Sunday, double-checking my work. I'm not 12 and falling for it. I can run this meet with my eyes closed. Might as well pat me on the head with a "good girl". I have to work with him all day Sunday. I'm dreading it greatly. The emails helped put me in a pissy mood. All damn day on Sunday. Last time I worked with him he hung over my shoulder, watching everything I did, invading my personal space. I hate it. I felt like this: Spoiler But yeah, I hate sweaty equipment. On the upside, I washed my car. To end on an upnote, here's my Lilly who didn't leave my side since I was making pulled pork, despite my daughter's best efforts to distract her. I literally don't think she moved from this position: Last edit (maybe): God, I love Rob Thomas. Sigh.
She needs to work on her Pathetic Neglected Doggyface; I wouldn't have given in with that look she's got. Or maybe you're a bigger pushover than I am? Edit: At second glance, who am I kidding, I would've totally caved and given her a piece of pork. This is why I can't have a dog.
I've never seen that toy at My Little Shop of Pleasures, which is my favourite store. Is it an American thing? Can you post pics demonstrating how to use it? I'm intrigued.
Ugh. I just found out my school is hemorrhaging money and I might not have a job in March, definitely not in April. Fuck. Anyone hiring?
It's just a ball that rolls and feels nice for a massage. There is also a little hole in the back handle so you can drop oil on the ball for use directly on your skin. It is not really sexual in nature. I bought it at Academy (sports/outdoors store).
Well, Friday was Valentine's Day and Monday is Family Day. It's like this weekend is a horrible sandwich celebrating things I don't have.
The only thing that Family Day means is an extra day off. It's a silly name. What is there to do with family in this miserable month? Put it in June when the weather is nice at least.