A WOMAN'S POEM: Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won't be annoyed. Pull out my chair and hold my hand. Massage my feet and help me stand. Oh send a king to make me queen. A man who loves to cook and clean. I pray this man will love no other. And relish visits with my mother.
A MAN'S POEM: I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with a small butt, 36DD's; who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit. The End
The name's Link! And I'm braver than brave. I got a wooden sword, From an old man in a cave. And when my hearts are maxed out, It shoots an energy blade? I don't know how exactly that works. But thats ok, with me. Eventually, I'll find my way, Out of this maze. Northwest, southwest, I'm on my way to the graves. When I master the Master Sword, I'm goin' to town, On Zelda's upside-down Triforce, With one in the brown! You can't stop me from comin', I am the hero of time! You better run for your fuckin' life, I'm comin' inside.
In Honor of the 44th President of the United States , Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream has issued a new flavor, "Barocky Road." Barocky Road is a blend of half Vanilla, half Chocolate, and surrounded by Nuts and Flakes. The Vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and usually denied as an ingredient. The Nuts and Flakes are all very bitter and hard to swallow. The Cost is $100.00 per scoop. When purchased, it will be presented to you in a large beautiful cone, but then the Ice Cream is taken away and given to the person in line behind you.
Thus you are left with an empty Wallet, no change, holding an empty cone, with no hope of getting any Ice Cream. Aren't you feeling stimulated?
Why do people bother to make a point to tell you they'll do something, then just not bother? If you said you'd talk to me online later, why not do it....or why bother telling me you are if you arent gonna bother?
Broiled bluefish - Salt crusted bluefish with a topping of balsamic vinegar, roma tomatoes, shallots, lemon thyme, and rosemary. Egg noodles - Buttered egg noodles with nutmeg Kats salad - Baby spinach, honeycrisp apples, St. Andre cheese, chopped walnuts, rosemary, and lemon thyme. It was dressed with walnut oil.
We had a wine with it, a 2007 pinot gris from oregon, with way way too much alcohol in it.
All in all, the meal turned out awesome. One for the records.
boy meets girl girl wants to run like the wind, she has been hurt before. but she stays. she discovers the boy has had his fair share of heart break. so they both stay and then learn to trust and love and thats a good thing.
You disgust me. You mentioned hating you earlier...well guess what? Right now, I hate your fucking guts. I think you're a spoiled, little, child. I wasnt mad at you, not once in the past few days, and now I'm so pissed, I'm getting sick to my stomach thinking about you. Grow the fuck up. Open you fucking eyes. If you could get your head out of you ass long to look, you'd see that I bend over backwards to do for you. You cant even get me something to drink, because "it would require effort". Sit there talking to Mike, you'll go places.
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