Please, like you wouldn't have spent those minutes staring at the wall or something.That's five minutes of my life I'll never get back.
Bitter and starchy?At least my sex life is like my coffee. Good.
How about lukewarm and slightly stale? *flees*Hot and steamy. Dork.
Finally, someone popped that pimple I've been battling with.
Finally, someone popped that pimple I've been battling with.
O great Terri, whose sex life stains glass and repels insects from gardens, I thank you. *flees even faster*
At least my sex life is like my coffee. Good.
It's not bragging. She spills most of her coffee on the way to her car every morning, and never gets to finish a full glass.Oh stop rubbing it in...
Oh stop rubbing it in...
Well, if you'd quit trying to pull them off....I'll stop rubbing it in if you stop pushing my buttons.
I'll stop rubbing it in if you stop pushing my buttons.
It's not bragging. She spills most of her coffee on the way to her car every morning, and never gets to finish a full glass.
"In other news, it seems the Dalai Llama, one of the greatest symbols of peace in the world, has killed a group of neurotic writers. More at 5."I am sure the Dalai Llama loves this conversation.