Contrats Tom Brady. Fuck the begrudgers. I’m a Giant fan
And she uploaded it to YouTube why? 🙄
And then there was the guy on the balcony with his wife on a beautiful moonlit evening, sipping wine and gazing at the stars.
He said: You are the love of my life.
She said: Is that you or the wine talking?
He said: I was talking to the wine.
Somehow he fell off the balcony, but he should recover.
I give her some credit. She owned it & took it like man & didn’t turn all school girl. She got moxy. Just needs a little more brains & there’s always hope.
Otherwise cute girl messed up by tattoos and piercings.
Doubt she’ll ever learn.
“…[H]igh pain tolerance.” Too bad there was no reciprocity with her IQ.
When it said the ear lobe ripped in two, I said no thanks, can’t watch that. I’m a man and value my chest more than she does. What a mess.
U Moe Tom, thanks for the chuckle.
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A man and his wife and were sitting at a table at her school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
He asked her, “Do you know him?”
“Yes”, she sighed,
“He’s my old boyfriend.
I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn’t been sober since.”
“My God!” the husband said, “Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”
And that’s when the fight started.
Has it never occurred to any of these people that their skin is their first line of defense against the myriad and ubiquitous germs, bacteria, fungus-es, and whatnot?
Her time would be better spent on jigsaw puzzles or a myriad of banal hobbies.
Check one of the nine indicators of Boarderline Personality Disorder off the list. Four more to go to qualify for a clinical diagnosis.
Like watching a slow motion train wreck. You know what’s going to happen, but you can’t look away.
WTH4?
Contrats Tom Brady. Fuck the begrudgers. I’m a Giant fan
And she uploaded it to YouTube why? 🙄
And then there was the guy on the balcony with his wife on a beautiful moonlit evening, sipping wine and gazing at the stars.
He said: You are the love of my life.
She said: Is that you or the wine talking?
He said: I was talking to the wine.
Somehow he fell off the balcony, but he should recover.
I give her some credit. She owned it & took it like man & didn’t turn all school girl. She got moxy. Just needs a little more brains & there’s always hope.
Otherwise cute girl messed up by tattoos and piercings.
Doubt she’ll ever learn.
“…[H]igh pain tolerance.” Too bad there was no reciprocity with her IQ.
When it said the ear lobe ripped in two, I said no thanks, can’t watch that. I’m a man and value my chest more than she does. What a mess.
U Moe Tom, thanks for the chuckle.
————————–
A man and his wife and were sitting at a table at her school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
He asked her, “Do you know him?”
“Yes”, she sighed,
“He’s my old boyfriend.
I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn’t been sober since.”
“My God!” the husband said, “Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?”
And that’s when the fight started.
Has it never occurred to any of these people that their skin is their first line of defense against the myriad and ubiquitous germs, bacteria, fungus-es, and whatnot?
Her time would be better spent on jigsaw puzzles or a myriad of banal hobbies.
Check one of the nine indicators of Boarderline Personality Disorder off the list. Four more to go to qualify for a clinical diagnosis.
Like watching a slow motion train wreck. You know what’s going to happen, but you can’t look away.
MRSA.
Tim, are you really Michael Savage in disguise?
No. But I’ll take that as a compliment.
Thanks.