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.*
Ant bite on my footIt itches so fucking badWhere's the Cortizone?
Sort of.I don't fully believe in the concept of 'The One'. It's a beautiful idea, believing that there is just one person out there for you with whom you're meant to be and share yourself, but shit happens. People die. Opportunities are missed. Timing/location doesn't work out the way it should. Everything doesn't magically click just because a powerful connection exists. You have to be able to make something work beyond that, and that bond or connection won't always transcend reality (finances, jealousy and other negative emotions, cleanliness, etc.). And I know it's easy to say that if it doesn't work out, then perhaps they weren't the one, but maybe they were but only for a short time.I believe in the Destiny we create for ourselves by being open to the opportunities presented to us, especially if that means letting down your guard enough to let someone in. But if you fuck it up or if that person dies or something, I don't believe that you'll never have a chance for a deep, meaningful, long-lasting (or even everlasting) connection with someone else.
This is a dead thread, and you guys are trying to keep it alive by utter verbosity and trying to score points with irrelevant logic and in the process displaying an unbecoming behavior.... I cannot be part of it... So I leave you in your world of words and move on.... The only unbecoming behavior is yours.I'm glad your two brain cells stopped rubbing together long enough for you to realize it was time to shut the fuck up.******************************************************************************************************As for the flooding, the effects will be felt for years to come. Those Louisianians are a resilient bunch, but this sort of devastation doesn't just go away overnight.The best we can all do is try our best to support them, whether it be sending out prayers and positive thoughts/vibes (if you're into that sort of thing), increasing awareness, or donating time and resources if possible.
Yeah because wanting to see to it that public executions of rape VICTIMS who are deemed criminals and other atrocities in the name of "justice" and NOT wanting those who chose to worship ANY OTHER RELIGION (or none at all) to be subject to HUGE FINES... OR A DEATH SENTENCE is "disgusting" and those who prattle away about wages in the "belief" that such RELATIVELY PETTY concerns, constitute a "war on women" are reasonable.... (no sarcasm font too use) You tell 'em, WD! https://images.lushstories.com/4ea7bb709637310de08d988c/trump-meme.jpg
Homemade buttermilk brined fried chicken and mashed potatoes and some cucumber lemonade I made earlier today.Had an unexpected day off, so I finally decided to cook up a big yet simple meal.
FINALLY!I knew my bushy red beard couldn't be for naught.
Girls, when you get the urge how do you get yourself off? Do you start rubbing around and build up a bit or go to town hard ? Yes.
I've run some numbers, and this site doesn't have nearly as many titties as it did when I first joined.We're down one titty per two members.Can we fix that please?Thanks.
Turkey pesto panini with basil pesto, beefsteak tomato slices, red onion, and fresh mozzarella, served with two large Claussen pickle spears on the side.Not sure what I did to deserve something so delicious, but goddamn it was amazing.
There's a setting for that? We need to find it. Well, being that this thread exists, it seems you already have. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" alt="icon_smile">
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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