That's not what he was aiming for.Ow! My nose!
That's not what he was aiming for.Ow! My nose!
Sigh...sometimes I can't even...Sure!
Foreplay is foreplay.Sigh...sometimes I can't even...
That was an empty pop bottle to the William Tell Overture.
FTFYForewarmed.
Four... arms?Foreplay is four-armed.
--Patrick
I dunno, four arms seems fairly standard during foreplay. There's plenty of other body parts where four would raise some eyebrows, but four arms, to the best of my knowledge, is relatively standard. By which I don't mean any form of discrimination towards people whose foreplay involves more or less arms.Four... arms?
I'm going to need more detail, cheri.
I dunno, four arms seems fairly standard during foreplay. There's plenty of other body parts where four would raise some eyebrows, but four arms, to the best of my knowledge, is relatively standard. By which I don't mean any form of discrimination towards people whose foreplay involves more or less arms.
Dude, it's really not OK to invade my (and her) privacy like that and go posting pictures of my girlfriend for all to see.
ftfyDude, it's really not OK to invade my (and her) privacy like that and go posting pictures of my 2D Waifu for all to see.
Who didn't think that?So I'm not the only one that thought Sheeva was hot. Good to know.
I have a similar, but different problem. I'm often hyper-aware of the possibility that people have asked questions other than what they intended, and I often end up over thinking things trying to figure out what information that they're actually expecting.I have so few social skills at times. The receptionist asked, "Do you have a measuring tape?" "Yes." And I kept on walking.
Hours later I walk by again, "Are you going to bring the measuring tape here so I can borrow it?"
I felt like saying, "That is not what you asked!"
"Do you have a tape measure?"I have a similar, but different problem. I'm often hyper-aware of the possibility that people have asked questions other than what they intended, and I often end up over thinking things trying to figure out what information that they're actually expecting.
More realisticly, it's like "Do you have a tape measure?""Do you have a tape measure?"
"73!"
Four... arms?
I'm going to need more detail, cheri.
Omg omg omg
@HCGLNS said he would help me plant some flowers I bought tonight so I grabbed a few more on the way home. I kind of forgot about them and had my doctor's appointment etc. On the drive home, a spider the size of my hand crawled across the dash towards me. I nearly passed out/peed my pants/drove off the road...not cool.
Guess what's still in the car honey?
If you get rid of it, it's the least I can do
So seriously, I tell my mother and she says write a poem about it. WTF? Maybe I hit my head or something? Maybe I am dreaming?
It was a lovely cuss-filled piece of poetry. I'm not sure what's weirder...that she asked me to write it or that I did.
But I thought you were my boyfriend?!Aww you don't have to call me "honey".
MEANWHILE, IN EMRYS' PM INBOX...But I thought you were my boyfriend?!
Well, that was short. Guys, I'm available again!
MEANWHILE, IN GAS' PM OUTBOX...
a girl can dream.
we can send you hot dogs if thats what you want, what you really, really, wanta girl can dream.
Lemme tell ya' what I want, what I really, really want.we can send you hot dogs if thats what you want, what you really, really, want