Used to have a wedding ring there. Emotionally, the marriage is over and we are en route to divorce (still friends though) so the ring is gone now.
Hi Natasha, welcome in this game
From now on, nothing is the same
Want to win? Better do your best
B'cause everyone tries to be sexiest
And right now, I win!!!!
Sorry, nothing as romantic as that. Used to work in IT.
TPBM doesn't remember Clint Eastwood as Rowdy Yates
My crystal ball
Just showed me all
The future holds for Fred
The water's chill
Will bring no thrill
But shrink his cock in stead
Out of your clothes, now!
I just read this: Obscenity is the last refuge of an inarticulate motherfucker.
My reaction: And attacking a person is the refuge of someone who has already lost the discussion about an opinion, before it even started.
If the cap fits, wear it!
Green green grass - Tom Jones
Knobby, careful with that throne
I see it's made of donkey-bone
Oh, too late, I saw you shake
You have caused your throne to break
Smile becomes moan, eyes close....
Yes, I did
TPBM doesn't cyber
Excellent choice, above it is
Guilty
Borrowed a car without telling the owner because of an emergency
The unbearable lightness of cunt
Heat radiated from her, beckoning....
The red rover - The Dubliners
I'll just sit and hope a stunning lady (or two) joins us
Forgive. Such a wonderful word and such a wonderful gift, if you can. But how do you forgive someone for bringing a 15-year old to the point where all he still wants is to escape life. And how do you forgive yourself for missing all the signals from him and the others that asshole abused? And most of all, how do you forgive yourself for being to late to save him? The odd thing is, I do, most off the time, manage to forgive myself, and forget about the hate. I hate hate. But sometimes it flares up. I can't help that. And then the what ifs come to haunt. Could I have prevented it if...? The worst thing is knowing, that the answer to some of those what ifs is yes, I probably could have.
I said I hate hate. But I hate myself on days like this, and him. On days like this, I hope that asshole walks in front of my car one day. But I honestly hope, that if he does, it won't be on a day like this, but on a day I am able to forgive, enough at least to suppress the hate. Because I hate hate.