How did the raccoon make out?
Dahmit. I wrote that post out sooooo carefully and I still fricked it up.
You're fun!
Peace.
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How did the raccoon make out?
"It's Jake from State Farm."
On Facebook, one apparently unhappy lady friend wrote, Listen, girls, if you're not his husband, don't play that role.
I replied, I dunno. I have lots of women in my life who are willing to tell me what to do.
Grandma thought it was pretty funny, but the lady I responded to... not so much.
Tonight my hunny bunches, tonight I want to do something I've never done before, something wild and craaaazy, oh yes oh yes me hunk o' hunk o' burnin' love, tonight when we make love I'ma gonna think of YOU, you know, for a change.
Hmmm, now I dunno 'bout y'all, butt I'm thinkin' that wee gem's pretty much a damn sure bet to be in da bag...or um, will be.
(SNORT! I still kill myself SNORT!)
Hey hey and just what makes ya think I have first hand knowledgeDon't sweat it dawg . . .you're still kinda gettin' her off!
. . .she coulda kept that carp-crap to herself, though. What cha do to piss her off earlier . . .and didn't know that you did? Hmmm?
Love ya much PatHat and miss ya . . .
Wanting to tackle me when a good play is made in football.... I'M NOT A GUY!!!!
Hey hey and just what makes ya think I have first hand knowledge
...and just maybe a month earlier she stabbed me in the back with a broke screwdriver, and 'bout time my insane baby cake figured it was all jake, maybe I figured it was time for me to sleep on the couch, um, maybe....oh, could be I maybe deserved a smack in the kisser, but stabbed with a screwdriver mighta been a tad strong, you know, maybe
Whose me Sugar Biscuit
I'm your Sugar Biscuit . . .dammit~
Um, you don't perchance happen to keep an assortment of sharp and rather jagged busted up hand tools layin' about, do ya?