Cynical optimist. Uppity bitch. Rump shaker. Money maker. Enigma extraordinaire. Penguin enthusiast. Food evangelist. Lipstick extremist. Titty connoisseur. Motorboat champion. Easily distracted. Not easily impressed. Certified potty mouth. Unapologetically vulgar. Classy as fuck.I'm here to read and have fun. You're more than welcome to be a part of that if you'd like. But please be aware that I'm unavailable for anything more than friendly chat. Camp out in my friend zone at your own risk...just make sure you're good at rationing your resources. Seriously...if you wanna be my friend just be my friend. But that 'friend with ulterior motives' bullshit is for the birds. If you say what you mean and mean what you say, then you're fine in my book (with exceptions, of course).*Disclaimer: Whatever my current avatar may be is NOT me. It's NEVER me. Most likely it's some gorgeous girl with amazing hair, or Beyoncé in a pair of chaps and a sexy white bodysuit wrangling a conspicuous looking penguin. It may even be a pair of flashy panties. Whatever the case may be, the avatar most definitely is not me.*
When he sticks his thumb in my butt.
I wore this top to a flea market and nearly caused a riot... https://upload.lushstories.com/866649376-croptop1.png LOL.
If he asks to stick his thumb in your butt, make sure he licks it first (butt or thumb, doesn't matter).
Creepy.Why's it gotta be a teddy bear?
Fallen in love? Nah.I have become emotionally attached to someone who's emotionally unavailable.Falling in love (for me, at least) requires some level of reciprocation. I wouldn't invest those kinds of feelings in someone who couldn't return them.
Go to the bathroom after I've just settled into bed.
They were arrested for using out-of-date wheat to bake the brownies.As for the other wheat products in question, they were arrested for violating a rule that 90% of wheat must be used for loaves rather than more expensive pastries.These measures were put in place to combat shortages on the count of Venezuela's extreme economic crisis over the last few years.The above statements were quoted nearly verbatim in the article you linked.I know you don't care much about facts when you post things. But I need an excuse to procrastinate for a bit.
Dani is short for my real name, which is Stacy.
a serious presidential impeachment could be in the future. Yep. And not in the distant future...
I am angry... I don't want sympathy, I don't want revenge.. I certainly don't want blame.What sort of grip? .. Coach has a neat new line out for spring. Well I do want blame... I will blame my overspending on you.I promise to get a grip.. giggles<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/angel7.gif" alt="angel7"> p.s. .. Message understood <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/hello.gif" alt="hello2"> This thread deserves so much more than your typical passive-aggressive bullshit shrouded in giggles and rainbow farts. It's almost as disgusting as those posts of yours I referenced earlier.
I feel them in my chest, Clawing their way through my throat Until they finally reach the tip of my tongue And that's where they stay. Don't ask me what they are Let me show you. Take the kisses from my lips And wrap them around you Let them sip from your cup Until it runs dry. The pounding in your ears Is the song of my soul. You won't hear it in whispered words, But in every gasp...
Added 19 Sep 2013 | Category Love Poems
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