And with that, my friends, I bid you goodnight.
I was going to take a screenshot of the top 2, but then I saw Burgit’s and decided that it needed to be included too.
Why, hello ladi— dammit Sween!
Tumblr Crushes:
beefranck replied to your photo: Folks, don’t click that. There’s no way for any…
BUT TEE JAY HOW WILL I KNOW WHO LIKES ME
If I like you, who else matters?
If I don’t like you, who can make the lambs stop screaming?
beefranck replied to your post:
SoundOfTheBeep Update
I had jello today.
I often wonder if some of my posts make as much sense as listening to dogs bark in the middle of the night when you know they’re trying to tell you something, if only they knew words…
sunnybucket replied to your photo: I think it’s fair to say that the next month is…
Bigger boobs. Big enough for me to play with in Michigan. Why isn’t this obvious to you?
Good lord, woman, if they were much bigger I’d essentially be married to a capital P with a head.
(Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Except that next year’s anniversary present would probably be some sort of a back support device.)
beefranck replied to your photo: I think it’s fair to say that the next month is…
Pencil me in for a 12 hour hug while you are in town for the wedding, won’t you? Thank you!

Boom
Agenda updated.
n.b. I thought about listing it as “Burgit Meeting” ala “Budget Meeting” but I liked this better.
Everything after this was a blur.
SEVENTEEN PERCENT.
beefranck replied to your photo: Starve a fever. Feed a cold. Chocolate…
I drink my Frosty with a straw, too! ^__^
I like a woman who can generate the necessary suction to get the job done.
Classy Words With Friends
8 Ladies and a Pigeon:
- beefranck
- katewinslut
- titsandsass
- barbiehighheels
- notyouraverageharlot
- hideyourluvaway
- tj
- kindasarcastickristi
- pocketcontents
Well played, sir. Well played.
I approve this message.
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Hello, ladies.
“Boners and Farts and Shit” is the new working title for my autobiography.
Tumblr Crushes:
Today I reached the “pissed off about being sick” stage of being sick.
I’ve got a dozen things I want to be doing, another half-dozen I need to be doing, and it’s taking all of my energy to sit upright.
Meanwhile, Noah decided today would be a good day to do his impression of a walking mudpie. He’s a perpetual mess. We need to re-think letting him use the doggie door.
Also, I apparently need to remember to un-heart SOTB posts again.
Meh.
I hadn’t listened to Episode 157 because it was right around the time shit started hitting the fan, so I missed Bridget’s description of meeting Tracey at CHSH:
Bridget: “I met Tracey, Tj’s wife. Lovely woman…”
Shane: “I have heard that about her.”
Bridget: “…a little handsy.”
…
Bridget: “I remember sitting there in my drunken fog thinking, ‘Who just kissed my neck? Must have been Tracey.’”
Bridget: “And Tj gave me a balloon.”
p.s. — Bridget, those shots were honey bourbon, which is what I am currently drinking while listening to the show. [note: this post will be queued, so if it appears at 11am, it’s not that I am drinking at 11am.]