Yes - alternating mood swings can be fun
TPBM shares their chocolate with everyone
yes...yes I do...and my fudge.
tpbm day-traded all of my penny loafers.
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Yes - alternating mood swings can be fun
TPBM shares their chocolate with everyone
I do - and last night I shot an elephant in my pyjamas!Had to dump it, the cops were after me for shoplifting the candy shop.
TPBM collects antique blunderbusses.
I do - and last night I shot an elephant in my pajamas!
TPBM is a fan of the Marx brothers
You'd be astonished how many dates I've gotten that way, none of which I've gone on, of course.
TPBM likes sweet and salty.
It's for their ears' sakes. (Just ask Siggy.)
TPBM was born on a spaceship.
Well, how would you interpret a hearing aide on the restroom floor?
TPBM can't sit still.
Just emerged from my eucalyptus scented bath salts filled tubI heat up.
tpbm has a fresh piney scent.
Just emerged from my eucalyptus scented bath salts filled tub
TPBM likes to keep the koala bears happy
Oh my - I'll get my coat and mukluks - when do we leave - are you driving?scratch em under the chin...works every time.
tpbm goes to Dunkin Doughnuts whenever tough decisions need to be made.
I write lists of things to do and cross them off as they get doneI thought I was at Tim Snorton's the next block down.
TPBM likes to write.
(I write lists of things to do and cross them off as they get done, too. So far no crosses.)I write lists of things to do and cross them off as they get done
TPBM knows how to prune a bush.
It's easy but takes a lotta prunes, man.
TPBM says things that make people squint.
Yup - me and Mr. Sulu - we are at the helmI break crystal glass, too...most amazing...ummm.
tpbm is master of the situation.
Yup - me and Mr. Sulu - we are at the helm
TPBM is oooing and awwing over a gold box with a ribbon on top
Wow - this laser surgery has really improved my eyesight!yup! gotta hunch my crown is inside the box!
tpbm can spot a kernel of bullshit in a cornfield at fifty paces.