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?
THAT IS NOT A QUESTION. IT IS CALLED AN “ASKBOX” NOT A “TELLBOX”.
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…
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.)
Pencil me in for a 12 hour hug while you are in town for the wedding, won’t you? Thank you!
n.b. I thought about listing it as “Burgit Meeting” ala “Budget Meeting” but I liked this better.
I drink my Frosty with a straw, too! ^__^
I like a woman who can generate the necessary suction to get the job done.