Singlemalt
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Hard????!!!! What would you know about hard?It'll have to be written pretty damn hard.
Hard????!!!! What would you know about hard?It'll have to be written pretty damn hard.
I have a few brain cells canna. I do. I just don't like to insult people. You seem to enjoy it though.Me on the other hand, I am an asshole. I only pretend to come here to laugh and have fun. I pull off the sim seamlessly though. I generally prefer sparring partners who bring at least the rudiments of subtlety. I wonder if you will climb tolerably close to pulling off the appearance of brain cells actually recognizing each other by name.
He's a Deutscher, a genetic professionalI have a few brain cells canna. I do. I just don't like to insult people. You seem to enjoy it though.
It is true; I do what I must because I can. That* is what distinguishes us, inter alia.I have a few brain cells canna. I do. I just don't like to insult people. You seem to enjoy it though.
It is true; I do what I must because I can. That is what distinguishes us, inter alia.
It is a solace to me that I am just as hot in yoga pants as out of them. I pity the generation of the millennium; they have the unenviable task of pulling themselves out by the seats of their pants. When those are $6 made-in-China slutzercise togs that rip when a toddler topples against you are the garment of choice, you aren't going to ascend. But hey, pants
Well someone started in on bungholes and then it went to yoga pants and hawks then someone busted out a dragon cock. Seems perfectly normal to me.What in the almighty fuck have you godless bastards done to my fucking thread!?!?!
I hesitated to like your post b/c you're a sexy redhead beastress and you know it!Nah Kemo you're conflating me with @Hookabelly she's the insane gypsy lady, I'm the soulless ginger remember, old man? Turn your hearing aid up or get a braille computer screen.
Well I was going to comment on my irrational fear but Holy shit, this pontification polar with his dragon dick is out of my leagueMe on the other hand, I am an asshole. I only pretend to come here to laugh and have fun. I pull off the sim seamlessly though. I generally prefer sparring partners who bring at least the rudiments of subtlety. I wonder if you will climb tolerably close to pulling off the appearance of brain cells actually recognizing each other by name.
You don't simply walk in yoga pants into Herrn Eisbär.Like I said, genetically professional; uber alles
Canna, you so under estimate me and my generation. Like I'll do when I reach your age, I guess.It is true; I do what I must because I can. That* is what distinguishes us, inter alia.
It is a solace to me that I am just as hot in yoga pants as out of them. I pity the generation of the millennium; they have the unenviable task of pulling themselves out by the seats of their pants. When those are $6 made-in-China slutzercise togs that rip when a toddler topples against you are the garment of choice, you aren't going to ascend. But hey, pants
* For those whose bouncy house has training wheels I refer, of course, to capacity.
I applaud your spirit. It takes guts to believe you'll live that long in a purely fact-free environment. But fret not; be inspired that in the daily struggle not to get crossed up (breathe in, breathe out, don't lose the rhythm) while pursuing the burning mission to Survive!, should you get that far ... the clothiers are ready for you. Geriatric yoga pants; behold and know awe. Your life has purpose, my child.Canna, you so under estimate me and my generation. Like I'll do when I reach your age, I guess.
Yeah, I'm sure every generation has thought that about the younger adults at the time. Make fun of us if you must. We can take it.I applaud your spirit. It takes guts to believe you'll live that long in a purely fact-free environment. But fret not; if you do the clothiers are ready for you. Geriatric yoga pants; behold and know awe.
Actually you can't. My generation bitched about a lack of freedoms, your's whines that we have too much.Yeah, I'm sure every generation has thought that about the younger adults at the time. Make fun of us if you must. We can take it.
Last year we had flooding and places around the hose channeled water into the basement. OH MY GOD! Shop vac running for a week.If that's the worst flood you've had your doing good. I've had 1000s of gallons on the floor before. Turned the grow room into a swimming pool.
Fuck float valves.
Yes, you can. Your elasticity knows no bounds. You are utterly uninhibited by the shame many of my generation feel when we step on our dicks in an argument. I am crippled by a respect for fact and reasoned discussion. I confess and reveal my tragically unhip flaw. I will be the T. rex in the path of a hundred thousand crawling chittering gnawing teeth of the new liberated wisdom: Facts don't matter. It's in what you feeeeel!Yeah, I'm sure every generation has thought that about the younger adults at the time. Make fun of us if you must. We can take it.
Actually, you may have a point.Actually you can't. My generation bitched about a lack of freedoms, your's whines that we have too much.
I don't just go on feeling. But I do feel. And feeling is good and important. And so is thinking and logic. I get it. My dad is a chiropractor, and my mom was an RN before turning to alternative medicine. And I have formal education in health sciences.Yes, you can. Your elasticity knows no bounds. You are utterly uninhibited by the shame many of my generation feel when we step on our dicks in an argument. I am crippled by a respect for fact and reasoned discussion. I confess and reveal my tragically unhip flaw. I will be the T. rex in the path of a hundred thousand gnawing teeth of the new liberated wisdom: Facts don't matter. It's in what you feeeeel!
I contemplate this and am pleased to be a saurian. Inherit the earth with my blessing; I will be gratefully dead while our planetary mother is drowned in pure unhinged pluralo-organic Feeeeling.