The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet.

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I had steak last night. Tonight I'm making macaroni and cheese and putting on a bison hot dog.

Dessert will be "peach slices" soaked in Pyrat rum.
 
If I've learned anything in the last few years, it's that I need to quit doubting/blaming myself and trust my instincts. Nearly every time I get the feeling that someone isn't a very good/nice/kind person, I turn out to be right.
 
That picture bothers me.

Why didn't he just get a rug that was big enough for the high hat to sit on in the first place. Now he has to put little red coasters under each leg.


That is ass.
 
If I've learned anything in the last few years, it's that I need to quit doubting/blaming myself and trust my instincts. Nearly every time I get the feeling that someone isn't a very good/nice/kind person, I turn out to be right.

And never trust anyone with a beard. Beards spoil EVERYTHING.
 
If I've learned anything in the last few years, it's that I need to quit doubting/blaming myself and trust my instincts. Nearly every time I get the feeling that someone isn't a very good/nice/kind person, I turn out to be right.

Everybody has not good, not nice, not kind. When I get that feeling it usually just turns out to be a change in lighting and a self-fulfilling prophecy.
That doesn't mean I don't defend myself, but nothing is absolute.
 
What about Jesus?

Well there are always exceptions to the rule. So yes, if you mean Gravy. Not sure about the other fella, he wore very questionable sandals, was a bit too earnest for my liking and I hear he collected snowbabies on the Q.T.
 
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