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"Robert" wrote:Then come sit on my lap and get ready for storytime !
On one hand I want to sit on your lap but on the other hand I really want to sit on your lap.
Quite the quandary.
Tonas!
3 of my favorites…
Whenever someone asks me to define love, I usually think for a minute, then I spin around and pin the guy’s arm behind his back. Now who’s asking the questions?
If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid seeing yourself in the mirror, because I bet that’s what really throws you into a panic.
I wish outer space guys would conquer Earth and make people their pets, because I’d like to have one of those little basket beds with my name on it.
I like stories that are borderline something!
Oh my. I heart vests. And when you show up wearing a tweed one with corduroys so it looks like you are a college professor from the 1970’s.
I like holding pictures hostage and feeling that god like power that comes with it.
I like when you smile and your eyes get all squintchy and it makes me smile so my eyes do the same.
And I like Autumn! The sound of leaves rustling = happiness.I don’t even know where to start. Oh wait, yes I do! I want to quit my job and just breed giant pigeons all day. Breed giant pigeons and push my finger up against my nose so I can look like Tubbs.
Likes:
Kiera chasing turkeys
The fact that I was so tired running on Bingo time that I misspelled Kiley
Weekends that don’t feature kid activities
When someone says I’m so thirsty I could suck a snowman’s dick"Robert" wrote:Oi ! Does this mean that I have to pick up the modified girl thong, or could you be persuaded to make an exception for boys in the middle of nowhere, aka Norway ?I’ve never sent anything to Norway before. But I do send items to Finland every now and again. The girl has me lie on the customs forms how much it really is.
Quote:I like when cute girls tell me they won’t drown me in the toilet.
& I like that I’ve found my soldering iron.And it must be really special to be someone’s boy too. Someone’s boy equipped with a soldering gun.
That should be made into a movie! You on a mission to rid the arctic of bad guys while simultaneously fusing metals together along the way.
Awesome.ps Hi Kylie Mae. I already love you.
Postcards! Especially ones that inform me that the bog of eternal stench has been located.
I wish people sent more things through the mail. You know…besides my modified girl thongs.
You just opened up a whole new avenue for my business! Making thongs for men and accepting lawnmower parts as currency! I have to admit I’m excited. Especially about the part when I take measurements.
And you know what is the funniest thing about me and cardboard cut-outs? I really did have one.
I took it to parties.You most certainly can. But from what I’ve gathered, men bits tend to not want to stay in girl thongs. You would be surprised how much underwear I’ve gone through finding that out.
And I do not! And I definitely don’t set them up around my bed so it seems like they are staring at me and then touch myself in an erotic nature.
Oh my. You know him? Is he dreamy in real life even though he is not covered in blood and dangling from a cliff?
Last movie I watched was Road House.
Oh Sam Elliott, I want a mustache ride from you. A dirty dirty mustache ride.Oh sweet imagery!
You could always wear a man thong. And no, when I am out shopping I most certainly do not venture over to the men’s department and lustfully gaze at the pictures of men in their undies on the packages of underwear.
I think I want to shrink you down to Lilliputian size and put you in my pocket.And this weekend I have been using a lot of old timey sayings. I have no idea why but describing how frightened you are by saying I’m more scared then a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs is awesome.
I sure hope this shoulder bum greeting catches on because right now it is the funniest thing in the world to me. And it has to be your bare bum and your bare shoulder! So everybody will walk around wearing tank tops and chaps. Did you just say utopia? No, you didn’t. That was me.
Yes. When we are not greeting eachother by touching bums to shoulders, we perform the tried and true butt sniff. We are super awesome that way. If you have a face, you better bet your sweet bippy that a butt will soon be in it.
And oh my. I must’ve been drunk because I used the word "dude". With an exclamation point!
