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.*
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that non-believers who celebrate Christmas do so because they want to.
https://38.media.tumblr.com/f47223e71af591b307e523a2ea65e325/tumblr_inline_o56fdwlSxZ1qeb618_500.gif Tits or GTFO, Callum!
Two things:1. Women's bodies and their perceptions of their bodies change. A lot. Well, people in general. But I digress. Aging takes a toll on the psyche and self-esteem. You may think she's perfect, but she may be thinking about that extra wrinkle that wasn't there a year ago. Factor in giving birth and the toll it takes on the body, and all types of external messages she may be receiving. Self-consciousness is a bitch. Be sensitive to that.2. I'm sure you're gonna get lots of helpful (and perhaps not so helpful) insight in the replies to come. However, none of it will compare to actually talking to your wife about how she's feeling.
No more leftovers!Today I shall have a steakAnd really good wine
I'm not sure if I've suggested this before, but here goes: Titties.
They might be republican women...Just saying <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif" alt="Embarassed"> Aww. 'Tis a sad day when one can't leave a political discussion in the Think Tank and therefore has to find ways to drag them over to other sections of the forum.Chin up. You'll stump me next time, I'm sure. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/Lwinking.gif" alt="Lwinking"> Now...back to those hot women in everyone's local area wanting to fuck.
Are you planning on creating a new Think Tank thread for every Trump policy decision?That could get really tedious. Just sayin'. I agree. Can't we just compile it all? Like a 'Vorchev's Greatest Hits' kind of thing?
To all the leftist's on lush...I just want to say in the immortal word's of Ferris Bueller. Really to all the protesters. Also to lighten up people we put up with Obama for 8 years...get over it, stop whining and buck up! You mean the same Obama that is going to have to give Donald a few pointers on being president because he's in way over his head?And let's not pretend for a second that President Obama's election wasn't met with protests and grumbling. For however long Trump is in office (which I believe won't be very long...if the guy even takes office), I hope he does a good job for my sake and the sake of the country.See how easy it is to express an opinion without being demeaning? Give it a shot. It's good for your health.
The fuck is with this thread title?Grow up. Any kind of point you're attempting to make is made moot by your incoherent ramblings.I hope all your brain cells weren't wasted coming up with 'Cuck-cervatives'. Seriously, get a grip.
I don't think Trump makes it a full term. I think it's all been a ploy to get Mike Pence a shot at the presidency. Once that man gets hold of this country, it'll be an evil and corruptness that no one could have ever anticipated.
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...
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