we have a Japanese maple but there are several varieties, ours is not very tall but very cool. Check out a Korean spice ours is 3 years old and about 3 foot tall they don’t seem to grow very fast and are very fragrant.
I met a woman on an elevator in a hotel in LA, she came back to my room, we had sex then she left. I thought she worked for the same company, she was from Mississippi had a sweet southern accent and pretty too. I looked for her that evening at a big party but no one knew her. Crazy...just one of those chance encounters I guess.
Alright Bike, If I ever have the opportunity I'll bite… I had some kibbee nayee (raw lamb) the other day and liked it.
I don't think I could eat one...
One more reason I love my remote starter on my car ...
The Night of April 1st
Defense Attorney:
Will you please state your age?
Little Old Lady:
I am 71 years old.
Defense Attorney:
Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night
of April 1st?
Little Old Lady:
There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on
a warm spring evening, When a young man comes creeping up
on the porch and sat down beside me.
Defense Attorney:
Did you know him?
Little Old Lady:
No, but he sure was friendly.
Defense Attorney:
What happened after he sat down?
Little Old Lady:
He started to rub my thigh.
Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him?
Little Old Lady:
No, I didn't stop him.
Defense Attorney:
Why not?
Little Old Lady:
It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert d ied some
30 years ago.
Defense Attorney:
What happened next?
Little Old Lady:
He began to rub my breasts.
Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him then?
Little Old Lady:
No, I did not stop him.
Defense Attorney:
Why not?
Little Old L ady:
His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't
felt that good in years!
Defense Attorney:
What happened next?
Little Old Lady:
Well, by then, I was feeling so' spicy' that I just laid
down and told him 'Take me, young man. Take me now!'
Defense Attorney:
Did he take you?
Little Old Lady:
Hell, no! He just yelled, 'April Fool!' and ran off .
And that's when I shot him ............ the little fucker
My drink of choice after a long day is Red Breast Irish Whiskey neat please.
Grilled Sea bass with mango salsa Mmmm…
Landing strip preferred but all of the above option works as well.
I have shaved some other designs, with a straight razor and some real smooth…
Enjoy the attention he is giving you and the time you have alone together.
I've never met a pair I didn't like, all shapes and sizes are welcome.rYIBoTFYqMPAmhxj
A riddle for the intellectual
Here is a riddle for the true intellectual. Try to come up
with the answer on your own. The answer is at the end
for those who are unable to think this one through.
Here's the riddle:
At the exact same time, there are two 35-year-old men on
opposite sides of the earth:
One is walking a tight rope between two skyscrapers at
the 85th floor.
The other is getting a blow job from an 85-year-old
toothless woman.
They are both thinking the exact same thing.
What are they both thinking?
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Don't look down.
You Are "Across the Universe"
You are spiritual, deep, and at peace. You try to keep life in perspective.
You can't help but realize how small you are in the universe. You're just thankful you exist.
You tend to be a stream of consciousness thinker. You just let your thoughts flow, even when they don't make sense initially.
You trust your intuition to guide you. You know that whatever is in your heart is right and true.
Not too many guys jumping on this thread…lol
I have known many people over the years that have scratched that itch, both men and women and they all had their own reasons why.
Jennifer visited a psychic of some local repute.
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news:
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt - prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself.
She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked:
"Will I be acquitted?"
On the desk in the office of a restaurant right off a packed dinning room, the look on the faces of four guy’s sitting at the table closest to the door was priceless when we came out.
LMAO
crazy...
