OK let me get out my violin.4EKWOJkHqrnEKstg What A dumb ass thing to cry about. Would you rather women laugh when you pull it out because its too small. I bet you would just be so happy then. All rite pall if your not just bragging. Here's A sure fire cure, Steroids like the athletes use. Take those for A few years you'll have muscles Like Mr.TV2UrediKxKabCPwa and A much smaller hunk of meat between your legs. If you don't want the muscles I hear Female hormones will give you the same effect. And also help you get in touch with your feminine side.3VQbv9AirRsIwZQu
Crispy crunchy Bacon. I love it!
One of my favorite TV shows, United States of Bacon.9PQ3zE3g1LT0TEs4
My Dream job would go some thing like this. You stroll into work about noon. Then you get an hour for lunch. And then you go home about 1:00 PM. And they deposit your pay automatically to your checking account.
Come to think of it I already have that job. It's called Social Security Disability. L.O.L.msBP3JotXXPl60Ju
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Seriously though for Many years I dreamed of being A Hearse Driver. (WHAT?) That's rite. I know it may freak some people out but I thought it would be great.
Death doesn't bother me. The hours are good. You don't get any complaints from the passengers.
Unlike my former profession Truck Driver,You get A smooth ride & no Boss putting the rush on you. You get to wear A Suit & Tie. As opposed to work pants & boots.
And people for the most part leave you alone. What could be better.0CEnXIkMvNNYfJlO
I care too much. I know I shouldn't. I keep telling myself not to. I just can't help myself. People keep asking me, Why do you care? I don't have an answer for them. It's A curse. I know I have many other faults. But this is the one that bothers me the most.QN9oCt7HgEIKsxhd
Always. You should know something about A person before you become their friend. In the cyber world or the real world.
There is an old joke that fits here though. Half the army reads comic books & the other half just look at the pictures.VhTnP4Q5tfg0MQx0
I have always felt out of place. Like I was brought here from another planet & abandoned by my own race as some kind of sick experiment. Over the years I have learned to act as if I fit in but I really don't. It's hard sometimes to repress the real me. The only other explanation I can think of is reincarnation. For some reason old things seem to make me feel more comfortable. Things from before I was born. Sometimes when I go antique shopping I feel like theres A kind of De Je Vue. I have got that alot over the years not only things but places. Places I have visited & knew I had never been there before.
O.M.G. you must be joking. I have seen your profile pics, none of my teachers were ever that good looking. If their not fantasizing about you they must not have gone through puberty yet. Either that or your one of them mean teachers that give a lot of home work. L.O.L.