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Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Nom Chompsky, Nov 9, 2012.
Drop the bass this weekend.
Here, don't give up, day's almost over! Thumbs up everybody!
Time for recess.
Here's something fun.
I've come to the realization that it's been so long since I picked up a woman, I don't think I remember how to do it anymore. *sigh*
The first step is going out there and saying hi. Keep us updated. Very, very updated.
I thought the first step was going to Home Depot for rope and duct tape?
Right. And step two is...? You know, in case Angel is wondering.
I really don't like cats, but ours has its moments. We set the cat door to let her in, but be locked if she tried to get out. She was sitting in the foyer as I walked in and was taking off my sweater, so I looked bigger (like you do to scare a cougar). She freaked out and bolted toward the locked cat door and smacked into it at full speed. It sounded like someone throwing a coconut at a wall.
FUCK THIS CANKER SORE.
Put some Kanka on that bitch; shit is stronger than novocaine.
And annoying when you get it on your tongue and your entire mouth goes numb. But... damn does it work.
A SMALL PRICE TO PAY FOR BLESSED RELIEF.
Girl, I feel you. I tried to get into the zone the other night and ended up just being mildly creepy.
If you figure it out, let me know.
Seriously, though. Lift with your knees.
You two should just talk about a meet up.
Publicly. On this forum.
Please. We all know with Parker there's no step 2. All he needs is "hi" and the ladies have swooned and are at his mercy.
We have a free hotel room at The Hyatt Saturday night and then free box seats (I'm bragging like Parker now.) to the Saints game Sunday. It's been so long since I've had sex in the morning I'm not sure I remember how. I'll figure it out.
Today also marks the final day of the Whole Life Challenge I've been doing. As I have been scrupulously adhering to the rules for the past 60 days a reward is in order. Therefore, I am going to eat like shit at the game on Sunday. It's going to be a depraved orgy of chicken wings and anything fried I can shove into my face.
About the only downside to this is the probability that the Falcons (may they burn in hell for all eternity) will stomp the shit out of the Saints.
One more day and then I'm Florida bound. Now I can finally be drunk with all the drunks here instead 3 hours behind.