Some of my friends who grew up in San Francisco used to stand in front of the open door at a neighborhood bar and yell "Daddy! Daddy! Please come home! Mom is so worried!"
Aw, you can totally find yourself a nice drunk, but not meth-addicted, girl who doesn't bring her kids to the bar. Don't sell yourself short.
She just sold more of her stocks and bought treasury bonds, it is maddening. She is not economically poor. I just pity her.
DJ: Thank you! The key to a satisfactory p-ness is being in the right position.
How do you engage someone here...is there a chat site that I don't know about?
Some of my friends who grew up in San Francisco used to stand in front of the open door at a neighborhood bar and yell "Daddy! Daddy! Please come home! Mom is so worried!"
Of course, their Dad was at work.
Son, they just don't make beer goggles that thick.
Not much better
See what happens when God is your co-pilot?
One of those young ladies who calls and calls and calls. And that's just the next morning.
Pretty much until your phone melts.
And her fucking hair salon don't forget.
So...that's what a republican looks like without the face that Satan gave her.
Great...another Briebart fuckwad is following me. sigh
Aw, you can totally find yourself a nice drunk, but not meth-addicted, girl who doesn't bring her kids to the bar. Don't sell yourself short.
What a coincidence! I'm also self-medicating over what they're doing to this country.
Instead of the "On-Star" device, she needs the IOKIYAR gizmo.
Sure you're not confusing cause and effect?
Seems appropriate, after she sent her car ballistic.