I was thinking I might singe the edges and draw a pirate map on the back too. That should push it right over the top.
pffft. it wasn't good, klm.
it was mildly amusing. or not. whatever.
but i assure you that when my 21kth post is posted aw will know.
not only will all of aw know it will be changed for the better from that point forward…
the grass will seem greener. the air,…fresher. children will rejoice at the sight of it. men will stare and envy will stream out every pore in their body until they realize that this was actually good for them too. they can finally rest knowing that i’ve done what they can not do, posted when they can not post. they can just rest in the peace that surrounds their mediocrity.
women will reach that unreachable feeling that they’ve known has been out there just out of reach.
until now.
eta: qw wants to know how you text on that thing?
pffft. it wasn't good, klm.
it was mildly amusing. or not. whatever.
but i assure you that when my 21kth post is posted aw will know.
not only will all of aw know it will be changed for the better from that point forward…
the grass will seem greener. the air,…fresher. children will rejoice at the sight of it. men will stare and envy will stream out every pore in their body until they realize that this was actually good for them too. they can finally rest knowing that i’ve done what they can not do, posted when they can not post. they can just rest in the peace that surrounds their mediocrity.
women will reach that unreachable feeling that they’ve known has been out there just out of reach.
until now.
pffft. it wasn't good, klm.
it was mildly amusing. or not. whatever.
but i assure you that when my 21kth post is posted aw will know.
not only will all of aw know it will be changed for the better from that point forward…
the grass will seem greener. the air,…fresher. children will rejoice at the sight of it. men will stare and envy will stream out every pore in their body until they realize that this was actually good for them too. they can finally rest knowing that i’ve done what they can not do, posted when they can not post. they can just rest in the peace that surrounds their mediocrity.
women will reach that unreachable feeling that they’ve known has been out there just out of reach.
until now.
pffft. it wasn't good, klm.
it was mildly amusing. or not. whatever.
but i assure you that when my 21kth post is posted aw will know.
not only will all of aw know it will be changed for the better from that point forward…
the grass will seem greener. the air,…fresher. children will rejoice at the sight of it. men will stare and envy will stream out every pore in their body until they realize that this was actually good for them too. they can finally rest knowing that i’ve done what they can not do, posted when they can not post. they can just rest in the peace that surrounds their mediocrity.
women will reach that unreachable feeling that they’ve known has been out there just out of reach.
until now.
was the vomiting just in the early morning?
I mean he might be to blame ..
Way to go, cray. You're smarter than a third grader...
pffft. it wasn't good, klm.
it was mildly amusing. or not. whatever.
but i assure you that when my 21kth post is posted aw will know.
...men will stare and envy will stream out every pore in their body until they realize that this was actually good for them too...
women will reach that unreachable feeling
...and while cray busied himself trying to figure out what he could possibly post that would not get him laughed off the planet, the rest of the cabaret joined a retirement community in Boca Raton and started a bocce ball league. In an attempt to be witty, they named themselves Forgotten But Not Dead, which was tragic because they were constantly being confused with an Icelandic nose flute band which went by the same name.
After seventeen years of court battles over copyright infringement, FBND, (the bocce ball league) triumphed. In celebration, they returned to the cabaret for one last drink. That's when they saw CRAY WAZ HERE scribbled on the wall in purple crayon with the number 21,000 below it. They all looked at each other with puzzled expressions and in unison asked, "Who the hell is cray?".
The end.
Not for you.Is it wrong that when I read 'Flesch-Kincaid' I think of a sudsy, showering Reuben Kincaid?
That's...that's not weird, right?
For you? Not at all.Is it wrong that when I read 'Flesch-Kincaid' I think of a sudsy, showering Reuben Kincaid?
That's...that's not weird, right?
Rock walls or barbed wire fence ...