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Ms_Ann

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OK fake Miles...get your ass in there, tiny, bloody penis and all. :)
 
OK fake Miles...get your ass in there, tiny, bloody penis and all. :)

I don't understand...are you offering your ass to fake Miles (whoever that is) because you want a tiny penis in your ass?

If that is the case, then just say so. Otherwise your opening post make no sense at all. ;)
 
I don't understand...are you offering your ass to fake Miles (whoever that is) because you want a tiny penis in your ass?

If that is the case, then just say so. Otherwise your opening post make no sense at all. ;)

You're over-thinking it. :)
 
You're over-thinking it. :)

Oh, I don't think so. I mean, how hard (oooh a pun) is it to just come out and say: "Yoo Hoo, Fake Miles! Free nookie...!".

On the other hand, knowing females are offtimes very weird about being too forward, maybe that's too simplified? So you have to dress it up in symbology and misdirection? Not being female I wouldn't know. Way way left of my genetic pay grade. :D
 
Oh, I don't think so. I mean, how hard (oooh a pun) is it to just come out and say: "Yoo Hoo, Fake Miles! Free nookie...!".

On the other hand, knowing females are offtimes very weird about being too forward, maybe that's too simplified? So you have to dress it up in symbology and misdirection? Not being female I wouldn't know. Way way left of my genetic pay grade. :D

Girls aren't that complicated. Just treat them like you would your truck. :)
 
You must be a bad driver. :)

Slinging her through the mud and dirt down and dirty style, under accessorizing, making it do the heavy lifting, and definitely second fiddle on the low maintenance schedule is not the thing she would look forward to. It doesn't even get a bath on a regular basis. Because it's a TRUCK, not a status symbol.

Right now, I need to replace the cracked windshield, align the front end, and replace some worn tires. Plus a few other minor things like the window regulator that needs looked at.

*edited to add*

God, I hope you don't think I have a CITY truck. You know, one of them 4 door, leather interior, cushy suspension, bluetooth wireless connected, gee gaw filled, USELESS CARS that only look like trucks which most people own these days. If so, don't be silly. I own a TRUCK. Complete with dents, bad paint, bone jarring suspension, and rust stains. But she's paid for and has been for years. I'm even pretty sure it's older than some members of this forum.

I think I have a picture on the other PC. I'll see if I can find it tomorrow.
 
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Slinging her through the mud and dirt down and dirty style, under accessorizing, making it do the heavy lifting, and definitely second fiddle on the low maintenance schedule is not the thing she would look forward to. It doesn't even get a bath on a regular basis. Because it's a TRUCK, not a status symbol.

Right now, I need to replace the cracked windshield, align the front end, and replace some worn tires. Plus a few other minor things like the window regulator that needs looked at.

Precisely. We're not made out of sugar and spice and everything nice. :)
 
Nope. Not one truck ever.

Women.

Always.

My Dad had a 52 Chevy p/u. He rebuilt the engine out in the barn. It was the first non-tractor I got to drive. It had a button on the floor you'd step on to start it. He painted it green with a can of house paint and a 3" brush. When you went down the road, gravel would pop up through the hole in the floor. It was a tough truck, tough like he was. It was a tough life. Made me tough too. :)
 
My Dad had a 52 Chevy p/u. He rebuilt the engine out in the barn. It was the first non-tractor I got to drive. It had a button on the floor you'd step on to start it. He painted it green with a can of house paint and a 3" brush. When you went down the road, gravel would pop up through the hole in the floor. It was a tough truck, tough like he was. It was a tough life. Made me tough too. :)

Sadly, today kids are raised by the weak to be weak.:rolleyes:
 
Found the picture. I've just realized that I've owned this for 20+ years. The marker is one of the historical markers for the original Grapevine route from the California central valley to Los Angeles on Hwy 99.

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My Dad had a 52 Chevy p/u. He rebuilt the engine out in the barn. It was the first non-tractor I got to drive. It had a button on the floor you'd step on to start it. He painted it green with a can of house paint and a 3" brush. When you went down the road, gravel would pop up through the hole in the floor. It was a tough truck, tough like he was. It was a tough life. Made me tough too. :)

On 1859 SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN began life as a do it yourself periodical. Pretty much covered anything. Surgical manuals were common and illustrated. Today SA deals with Gay PTSD and why Negroes stink (so blind white girls can find them).
 
Found the picture. I've just realized that I've owned this for 20+ years. The marker is one of the historical markers for the original Grapevine route from the California central valley to Los Angeles on Hwy 99.

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Wow...20 years. Ever cheat on her? :)
 
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