She liked the outfit. Let me wear the cape to bed and everything.
Ha, score. You may want to think about getting that second ticket.
jhnnythndr wrote:fucking spammers. let me see if I can get this back on track.
maybe not quite all (exclusively, that is) the aforementioned staples... as here, in exhibit (A) we have the lowly pork chop elevated to the level of afrodesiac
My Momma, an otherwise amazing and legendary cook, makes a pork chop that feels like a 12 yr old snow-boot. I assumed for the first few decades of my life that pork chops suck. Then I was introduced to my father-in-laws work, and holy shit- a fat chop, stuffed with crab stuffing- I was completely smitten.
But after getting to know him a little better, I asked him if he wold show/teach me ow to make them, and he said, Now, would I ask you how to paint? I'm gonna have to learn on my own. But dammit, I'm still trying to learn to paint.
On an unrelated note, just picked one of these up for daughter's boyfriend while doing some Christmas shopping. The folks in the crusty little music store were raving about them, several customers too.
It's lime the battles between sperm whales and giant squid half a mile below the surface of the ocean. Only it happens in the palm I your hand.- thndr
when I fall, I am still cold and wet, but much more stylishly dressed. as my hat disappears in the riffle- flybug.pa
"Sugar? No thank you Turkish, I'm sweet enough."