Oh. My.
Pretty please with whipped cream?
Saturday, March 23, 2013
In the interest of balance...
Again, to respect the tastes and sensibilities of my dude readers, I'll hide the beefcake. Ironically, last time I did one of these with the rowing crew and their *ahem* oars, it was a WILDLY popular post. The second highest ranked post that week with well over 200 hits. Hmmmm... wonder who's looking...
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But, is he good at math?
What's math got to do with it? I really don't care if he can't do more than grunt and growl at me...
:)
I agree Angel! He doesn't need to know math hell he doesn't even have to talk!!!! YUMMMMMMMYYYYY :)Sorry Angry :)
Worse than guys by miles.
~narrowing eyes~ Excuse me, rpm? Worse than guys? How man freaking Milf and cameltoe posts do WE have to put up with, listening to leacherous drooling apes? Well?
And wouldn't you much rather have women who are interested and willing that prissy little princesses who don't want their hair messed up? ~sheesh~ I will NEVER understand dudes.
What did I just step in? Oy vey!
You're just lucky I have a puzzling and quite disturbing fondness for you. ;-)
A swirling maelstrom of feminine debauchery.
Damn, have you been reading my diary again?
I know all...bwaahaha
Oh. Shit. ~blushing~
Indeed
You have rendered me a giggling speechless ninny. damn it.
*goes to check her real diary*
Angel as Little Red Riding hood
The Story: little red riding hood
Little red is skipping thru the forest, a friend stops her.
"where are you going Little red?"
"I'm going to see my grandma at my grandma's house"
"you can't go there, the Big Bad Wolf is there,
and he wants to screw your brains out."
she pulls out a pistol,"I'm not worried, I've got a .357"
she goes hopping,skipping thru the forest.
another friend stops her.
"where are you going Little Red?"
"I'm going to see my grandma, at my grandma's house."
"you can't go there. the Big Bad Wolf is there, and he wants to screw
your brains out."
"I'm not worried, I've got my .357"
she gets to grandma's house and the Big Bad Wolf is there.
"C'mere Little Red Riding Hood, I'm going to screw your brains out."
she pulls the gun, points it at him.
"OH NO YOU are NOT! You are going to
eat me,
just like the story says!"
I have SERIOUSLY got to rethink my reputation with you guys.
You mean Desperate Housewives isn't your life story?
No, hon, all y'all would be seriously disappointed by the real me. I'm just a mild-mannered, chubby, slightly shy, horribly near-sighted stay-at-home mom. Wildest thing I do is have a margarita with a friend and sexually harrass the young waiter.
I'm restocking the joke shelf. Somee of the stuff is too good to schedule. I've got them set into June.
Lets back our asses up to the "leacherous drooling ape" part
who's the drug dealers here? spinning sex for posting numbers
I will have you know, Mr. Millwright, that my Ann Barnhardt post has had 600 hits today. Nothing overtly sexual about that. :-P Just good old-fashioned Patriotism on the anniversary of one of the most famous Patriot speeches of the Revolution.
(and a little pimping from wirecutter)
Chubby is the new skinny, you know.
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