This recalls the mythical middle-school musical instrument called the swinette. It consists of three horsehairs stretched across a pig's butt, and is played by plucking the horsehairs with one's teeth.
I predict that many of these tainted, incompetent judges get caught with bestiality porn and other various sleaze oriented crimes and never see the 'happy end' of their careers.
I have been here under slightly different names since before the 2016 election, somehow it seems longer. And yes, I am old enough to remember those lines.
Sometimes I do self deprecating humor, fun at my own expense-that is, and that one is almost always taken as I'm an arrogant jerk or conceited prick or bar fly even. Whatevs, I'm like an aspiring comic just testing out my lines and jokes, if they bomb I doubt you guys will eat me then kill me then tear me to shreds, so I take riskesses.
How about that series of pick up lines that went something like, if I said you have a beautiful body would you hold it against me or, do you know what would look great on you?...me. I call those, after midnighters, when the pickens get slimmer and the brain gets blearier.
My favorite male friends all have the self-deprecating humor thing in common. I never minded those lines, but as a Singing Telegram Girl (I worked my way through college that way) "Sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up." Is not and has never been funny.
What about, get something straight between us? Do NOT answer that.
I was a bit peaked interest wise on the 'Hot Librarian' fantasy but then you had to go and throw in, Singing Telegram Girl. So now I am dead and excited, a very unusual feeling to say the least.
Just tell me this, did you do that 'Happy Birthday Mr. President' in Marylyn Monroe style, song?
Dick first.
Well, that and a bunch of tainted, incompetent, tRump-leaning judges on the various appeals and Supreme courts.
Santos L. Halper
Wait.If it was perfect and fine and nothing to worry about, why did he lobby so hard to get Trump to change his mind?
Ta, $5F. It's going to be a week. Again.
This recalls the mythical middle-school musical instrument called the swinette. It consists of three horsehairs stretched across a pig's butt, and is played by plucking the horsehairs with one's teeth.
Selling tone-deaf appealsAmplified beefsAnd repressed rat's collectionOf insults and cheats.
I predict that many of these tainted, incompetent judges get caught with bestiality porn and other various sleaze oriented crimes and never see the 'happy end' of their careers.
Oh yeah, you told me that before. Gotta be careful that I don't screw up my lines like some lounge lizard trying to be a player ; D
Tell me didn't ask if you come here often or what your sign is. j/k again
Who can say? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's just one of those things!
hotel managers shouldn't be ambassadors.
Just sayin'
I have been here under slightly different names since before the 2016 election, somehow it seems longer. And yes, I am old enough to remember those lines.
Yeah, well, I am fascinated by certain things around that time, in that part of Europe...
Sometimes I do self deprecating humor, fun at my own expense-that is, and that one is almost always taken as I'm an arrogant jerk or conceited prick or bar fly even. Whatevs, I'm like an aspiring comic just testing out my lines and jokes, if they bomb I doubt you guys will eat me then kill me then tear me to shreds, so I take riskesses.
How about that series of pick up lines that went something like, if I said you have a beautiful body would you hold it against me or, do you know what would look great on you?...me. I call those, after midnighters, when the pickens get slimmer and the brain gets blearier.
My favorite male friends all have the self-deprecating humor thing in common. I never minded those lines, but as a Singing Telegram Girl (I worked my way through college that way) "Sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up." Is not and has never been funny.
What about, get something straight between us? Do NOT answer that.
I was a bit peaked interest wise on the 'Hot Librarian' fantasy but then you had to go and throw in, Singing Telegram Girl. So now I am dead and excited, a very unusual feeling to say the least.
Just tell me this, did you do that 'Happy Birthday Mr. President' in Marylyn Monroe style, song?