"i'll have to conciter."
I hope you're NOT moving in with Liam.
oh quiet boobs
dont make have to send the
<------------------------------- over there, their hanking for a fight
Please send them harris...my grass is getting too long and I could use some manure too.
Oooh, Boobs. Why are tsking Mr. Singer??
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
I think he just wanted me to ask him to spank me.
There's not a lot of a$$ left (well, of the physical sort) to spank, though.
I suddenly got this Oliver-esque image in my head.. Only twisted..
As Boobsie spanks Bway.. Bway says, "please sir, I want some more"
I do what I can. Damn! There's something about a hot little sailor in that white uniform. Puts bad thoughts in my head.
It puts bad thoughts in my head too.
And Boobs' head.
Bad thoughts originate form Boobs' head. I'm jealous.
bad thoughts are the best ones to have..
There's something about a hot little sailor in that white uniform.
does that to most people I believe..
Did someone say sailors????? Memories of bway and me sitting in a little restaraunt on 42nd St. trying to enjoy a converstaion during Fleet Week..there was a lot of "I'm sorry...you were saying?"
Wait. Boooobs. You were actually THERE with me that day?
Funny how the mind makes you forget little details.
bway....my therapist actually pulled it out of me that I was with someone on that day...and it WAS you.
lol oh my
ok boobs the
<---------------- will be over around 6pm
also something funny i was suposed to go to club with some friends in orlando last night, and something told me not to go, just saw the noon news the place got raided last night and 123 barteneders got arrested for serving underager, and they ahd to close the place at 11pm.
Are you sure she wasn't really getting into a past life regression?
You're sure? The only images that come to my mind when I meditate with Shirley on that day is guacamole and white sailor caps.
definetly you.....man with dark curley hair...mouth wide open.
Honey, that describes half of the male population of Manhattan.
beauty mark....well you know where that is...don't want to give away to many of your secrets.
do you two need some time alone?
Cammie, I tihnk we're about ot see a hot n heavy throwdown a la Silk Stalkings.
Ooo I think this calls for Popcorn and sodas..
More like cigarettes and alcohol. Is it getting warm in here.
*Gets up to check thermostat.*
No. Just me. Hmmmm....
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