so sick with nerves.....why do I care so much. :-(
so sick with nerves.....why do I care so much. :-(
It's all flaky, yet greasy at the same time, like month old taytos.
Stevo, dead right! No such thing as a supersexy tennis player, though you know, some of the guys are alright, if you're into that. Andy's bro is a nice looking lad, and funny.
Magicme, look, if Vesnina falls short again, it's okay, she's young, she can still win something. :-) Relax!
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In bits today. But watching Clint Eastwood with a monkey here so it's all good.
Yesterday was my first birthday in about 6 years that I haven't gone drinking for. What is wrong with me.
Did I hear the news bulletin right? Someone sexually assaulted Gadaffi before he killed him? The man looked worse than roadkill!![]()
Don't talk to your current about yu
Don't talk to your current about your ex.
Handed in my PhD this afternoon. A whole day early - but as I started seven years ago that still counts as brinkmanship.
Hello, hello? What's going on? What's all this shouting, we'll have no trouble here!
- E Tattsyrup.
Congrats on the achievement and on the funny post, your Eminence.![]()
I like high energy football. A little bit rock and roll. Many finishes instead of waiting for the perfect one.
In a great relationship you share everything.. but there are some things that you keep to yourself. Don't ask questions about why things are that way neither, capisce?
I don't know why I phrased that last sentence in the style of a stereotypical italian-american mobster. I'm sure you're girfriend wouldn't clip your balls if you asked her about it.. in fact, she probably wouldn't go near your balls for a very long time.
Also, I notice you say current. Does this mean you expect her to be an ex, at a time when you're with a future? (I'm not really expecting an answer, I'm just trying to mindfluff you)
"I lie on the bare mattress and concentrate on bringing into life the image of myself as a swimmer swimming with even, untiring strokes through the medium of time, a medium more inert than water, without ripples, pervasive, colourless, odourless, dry as paper." J.M. Coetzee, Waiting for the Barbarians
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