Natural reverb, baby!
That's why you stay in the bath so long!Natural reverb, baby!
As a short person who can't reach light bulbs, I approve this message. Stop by about 8, ok?After decades of experience with having a penis and testicles attached to me, I’ve finally decided that the secret to a rewarding sex life isn’t about learning how to help women achieve orgasm, it’s about having them care enough about your ability to reach light bulbs to fake it. I cannot be dissuaded from the import of this epiphany, and will cling to it 'til the grave. I could continue fumbling for clitorises, but these new LED light bulbs will likely outlive me, and I can rest in peace.
Oh, you know it, baby! I'm already composing the vintage porn soundtrack in my head. Needs more cowbell!
If it's the vintage porn soundtrack, you have to have that porn-stache, too.Oh, you know it, baby! I'm already composing the vintage porn soundtrack in my head. Needs more cowbell!
Wait...you were cuddling your brother in law?
Oh, trust me, you don't want that. But I will modernize my grooming otherwise.If it's the vintage porn soundtrack, you have to have that porn-stache, too.
I just threw up in my mouth
I'm thinking I do miss your quirky ass when you're not around.Reflecting on how my bachelor’s degree is technically a sham because a clerical error gave me credit for an economics course I’d dropped out of, and also kicking myself over the times I paid a prostitute just to leave me alone without being sufficiently educated to have sex with her first. If only I’d learned how money works. Karma. Stay in school, kids.
Been busy reading Neruda about tomatoes. I love your beautiful mind more than you know.I'm thinking I do miss your quirky ass when you're not around.
Love me some tomatoes. Shapely and juicy. Yummy.Been busy reading Neruda about tomatoes. I love your beautiful mind more than you know.
Oh, wait . . . I said mind, but I was thinking butt.
Or tomatoes. I don't know. It's spring, and I am in love with all beautiful round shapely things.
I grew a crop of tomatoes last year that were so perfectly flavorful that I often hesitated to add garlic or basil to the sauce. I rejoiced in my garden. Preparing, hopefully, to do it again.Love me some tomatoes. Shapely and juicy. Yummy.
You do know that Neruda is my favorite poet, right? What exactly are you reading? lol
A bit of garlic (not minced or sliced) and a leaf of basilico only enhances the flavour. Never be afraid to add them to the sauce.
Looking forward to it. Good night, my dear.I have a story to tell about Neruda, but it's way past my bedtime. I promise to tell it to you later, my dear.
no, I should have posted those things separately...
Ah ok. Not that it is unusual. I know of people in those marriages, but I don't know any personally. And I'm curious about the dynamics.
I think your knowledge of life and ecocnomics wouldn't really be altered by a single course if you completed all the others. 3 college credits usually don't have a life altering impact. My university wanted my to take 3 general credits to fulfil my degree requirements. They said bowling would be acceptable. I don't discount my degree because I had to pass bowling. It was a life lesson in the necessity of checking the appropriate boxes, and the futility of trying to reason with some bureacracy. And I doubt that sticking out that one economics course would have taught you how to deal with a prostitute. You have a degree, honor that. Like they say, college is more than just classes.Reflecting on how my bachelor’s degree is technically a sham because a clerical error gave me credit for an economics course I’d dropped out of, and also kicking myself over the times I paid a prostitute just to leave me alone without being sufficiently educated to have sex with her first. If only I’d learned how money works. Karma. Stay in school, kids.
