The Isolated Blurt Thread II





PSA:

There is no U.S. Postal Service mail delivery today (Washington's Birthday [observed]).




 
3 AM

Beeping sound.

Me: Is that your phone?

Him: That’s the snow plow.

Me: Is it coming from outside?

Him: I fuckin’ hope so.

Me: Oh.

Him: Zzzzzzz
 
Auntie J to the rescue again...do I sound like a stable, wise person who should be able to help desperate souls, when I don't me arse from me elbow? :confused::eek:
 
I'm just posting so that flame thread isn't on top anymore.
 
"She could peel an apple…in one long, curly strip. The whole apple."
gah - that movie

and then her face fell off
 
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