Proof that I exist.
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Wow. It made my day to hear your voice. Hear your post. Thank you. Rest, and enjoy the cuppa.
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I buy the big-as-your-head mugs for that exact reason. That and I’m a coffee junkie.
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That cupping your hands around them thing also works with boobs. Preferably someone else’s, someone that has been in bed a little while before you crawl in with your cold hands.
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Thanks for thinking of us, but anyone who doesn’t get that life is far more important than documentation oughta be beaten with the Unabridged Oxford Dictionary.
We’ll wait for the vomit and enjoy it when it comes, cause you can never set foot in the same stream of consciousness twice.
Oh and Skillzy: you saying you’ve gotten away with that more than once? Only time I tried it blood was shed, accidentaly, or so I was told….
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I come from a long and distinguished line of boobie grabbers, booty squeezers, and belly smoochers, so maybe my technique is a little better than average. It takes a certain amount of charm to pull off successfully, there’s a thin line between “cute” and “bastard”.
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don’t play.
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OK, I need more proof.
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I think audlink died.
We mourn its passing.
Amen.
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Sadly, audlink *does* appear to have wandered off, unattended, to take a piss.
Damnit, damnit, there was funky-good unpublished audio sitting there.
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