TxRad
Dirty Old Man
- Joined
- Jan 13, 2005
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If it were the LAPD, a sense of humor would mean they smile when they pistol whip you.
Actually, they are smiling for the cameras.
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If it were the LAPD, a sense of humor would mean they smile when they pistol whip you.
I hurt all over. The next time I decide to take a roller coaster ride, someone smack me.
I would think the memory alone would deter you, but if you insist ...
He's been waiting for a chance to use that new paddle he's got hidden behind his back.
Kinky. What about you. What do you have hidden behind your back?
Who? Me? Ummm ... nuthin' ... just somethin' I picked up at the Pink Pussy Lingerie and Marital Aids shop over by the NoTell Motel.
I'm behind you so I'm able to see it, Tom.
WOW...
Now Now, Maj,
DOWN, GIRL!
Soup today. Got new tires so no more ravines and crashes. Body still hurts. I think the soup will help. If not, it will taste good.
Good evening, Naked People.
Happy Saturday. Anybody got a quarter for the jukebox?
For you, my delicate little flower, I have a pocketful ... some quarters too.
What would you like to hear?
I do like a man who knows how to cultivate me.
How about something with some brass, Tom? It don't mean a thing, unless its got that swing!
To paraphrase the Big Bopper "Oh baby, ah knooows what you like."
Hmmm ... how 'bout 'Sing, Sing, Sing' by Benny Goodman and his Orchestra? It's a Swing Era standout and it brought down the house at Carnegie Hall.
When I threw the sheets onto the bed after taking them out of the dryer, my wedding ring flew off. Okay, that's it. If I've lost so much weight that the ring needs to be resized, I declare the diet officially over for this half year. In June or thereabouts I'll try another two weeks and maybe another 6-8 lbs but for tonight it's fried chicken in peanut cream gravy, whole wheat pancakes and sauteed peppers with onions . . . and See's chocolate for dessert . . . the sugarless kind in my case.
I guess this means no more Automotive Ice Capades for you, huh?
Seriously, I'm glad you're okay, Molly. Maybe that soup will help some.
Good evening, Naked People.
Happy Saturday. Anybody got a quarter for the jukebox?
I do like a man who knows how to cultivate me.
How about something with some brass, Tom? It don't mean a thing, unless its got that swing!
Ahh...what a swelled Party this is!
And have you heard
of mimsey starr ?
She got smashed in the Astor Bar,
Game girls, though. Got up and finished fifth.
Rolf - a mug of hot milk, please.
I can't sleep.