Mrs. Nudie likes to buy me things that she would like me to wear. For the most part, I don't mind. I'm the farthest from being a clothes horse that you can imagine. I still have the executive veto power, though. Anything she buys for me that I don't like, I have the right to return.
John meets Bill at the bar and notices Bill is looking somewhat sheepish and embarrassed.
John says, "Hey Bill, what's wrong?"
Bill says, "I received a party invitation last night and it plainly said 'Black Tie' only.
But when I got there, everyone was wearing suits too!"
She's got some AWESOME images in her profile...
I'm sure that everyone will agree that there's something seriously wrong with this banker. Either that, or he and this girl concocted the whole thing as a lark, and had no idea how intense the reaction would be. That said... Sure I've gotten pissed off when a girl blew me off after we had what I thought was a good date. I've also gotten pissed off when a girl stood me up after agreeing to go out with me. Is it something I obsess over? Not a chance. All that meant was that she lost the chance to find out if she and I could have had something good together. Plenty o' fish, and all that.
I was almost arrested at 18 for skinny-dipping in the pool of an apartment building near my house. I had been walking home from a friend's house when a girl (also 18) and her mom (mid 30's) drove by. They stopped and asked me if I wanted to go skinny-dipping with them. Of course I said yes. I was just about to get lucky with the mom, when the apartment manager came out with a shotgun in his hands and told us that the cops would be there in a few minutes. And yes - it would have been worth it. Mom was a fucking hottie...
I recommend...
A giant cuppa hot chocolate with marshmallows and a double shot of Hennessey VSOP in it. With a tidy warm fire in the fireplace. On a cold, rainy evening. With someone you love.
I recommend...
A giant cuppa hot chocolate with marshmallows and a double shot of Hennessey VSOP in it. With a tidy warm fire in the fireplace. On a cold, rainy evening. With someone you love.
I've wondered for years why nobody has ever bothered themselves to make photosensitive side and rear windows for cars, or for houses. Or make the window a greyscale LCD screen made up of nothing but on/off pixels, so that the user could choose whatever level of darkness he deemed appropriate.
Is it too late to vote for Boondocks Saints?
That's funny! Just goes to show you how the law of Unintended Consequences works. FWIW, advertisers have been trying to dissect the human psyche for decades. Just take a peek at Superbowl commercials through the ages. Hell, the entire Lingerie Football League got started as a series of Superbowl commercials - for one of the beer companies, I think, but I'm not entirely sure. Could've been Victoria's Secret for all I know.
DroidX. I love the big screen, and all the apps.
There are only 10 kinds of mathematicians in the world: Those who can count in binary, and those who can't...
Ummmm... where's the fail in those?
(ducking)
Holy crap! That's funny as hell!
None for me, thanks. More bees left over for someone else.
Holy fuck. I never liked Russell brand. Never ever. Thought he was just some pompous twit. Until this moment. Thanks for changing my mind, Xuani.
