Always read the fine print, Wez.Hey.. Wait a minute.. I was only gonna massage your feet.. She can have ya when I .. errrrrr.. Die naturally.
I guess we could let her visit now and again til then..
Always read the fine print, Wez.
Tut tut.
Especially now that your dinner is burnt and in the can.It's true! And simple.. mmmm
I'm craving it now..
LOL.. all I've had today is a bowl of cereal.. somehow managed to eat it without killing myself..Especially now that your dinner is burnt and in the can.
I'm never naked. I always have socks on.My goal in life is to become a famous artist, travel the world and visit everyone I've ever met on the internet to see what kind of people they really are in the comfort of their own homes....
Because I have a weird feeling that a lot of you are naked when you are on these forums.
I also want to find a wonderful and lusty lover with an 11 inch ***** who will *** me to death, because that's the way I want to go out - "death by mind-blowing ******".
By 'weird feeling' she really means 'a high-tech secret camera placed inside your home'.Because I have a weird feeling that a lot of you are naked when you are on these forums.
LOL. I tried to rep you, but I have to spread it around, sorry!As far as the ***** thing goes, sorry I can't help you there, I don't fold it in half for anyone.
By 'weird feeling' she really means 'a high-tech secret camera placed inside your home'.
I certainly hope so!
shakes *** at computer
Nothing worse than the nose-burning smell of bleach covering up the smell of ****.**** bleaching?
Looks like my greatest dream in life needs a revision.. I've always wanted to inject bleach in my *** and stare at it but never got around to those yoga classes, yet... The time has come.
You forgot, "just fukken die already!".My new greatest dream in life...
To whup Anna Perenne's Aussie **** in at least one game of scrabble before I cash in my chips... croak... cease to breathe... come to an end... drop dead... expire... get bagged... finish the race... push up daisies... pay the debt to nature... sink into the grave... feed the worms... ride off into the sunset... cease to exist... Kick the bucket.
Sorry for your loss.. truly..My mother IS dead.