The state where you can literally have a gun range in your back yard a hundred feet from your neighbor’s house and they won’t let her live in a tree?
The state where you can literally have a gun range in your back yard a hundred feet from your neighbor’s house and they won’t let her live in a tree?
Jesus, you scared me for a minute there.
For those curious about the brother/sister/brother reference in the statement. From David Arquette on Kocktails with Khloe:
I starred this before reading your post at all because that is one cute baby. She has the most pinchable cheeks ever. A+ baby making.
I need to brag about my Duckling.
I know you’re not a YouTube fan, but seeing people’s techniques really helped me out when it comes to applying makeup. Try looking up Wayne Goss. He talks about different techniques in makeup and it may help! KathleenLights is also good because she does very wearable stuff from time to time as well. Good luck!
He may view his future wife as a housekeeper, childcare provider, and sex provider only. He’s having an emotional affair with you, which he probably feels he won’t have with the future wife.
YAY! SNS IS STILL AROUND!
And now we know what Jesus would do.
I got the autisms from reading this doctor’s idiot explanation.
Summer is over. The bony, trembling fingers of Fall beckon us into the darkness. But People is trying to tell me…
I have never had any interest whatsoever in a threesome. I’m not morally opposed but I suspect it’s like showering with a partner—one of you is always standing away from the water, feeling chilly with shampoo in your hair.
Man, that really gives new life to the phrase pucker up.
Have you considered hiring a donut consultant to optimize your short and long-term snacking strategy?
But that would mean half your commenting base would be unemployed and unable to comment!
I know someone who wanted at least half a dozen kids. Then she got hyperemesis gravidarum and was hospitalized several times to get IV fluids and nutrients. She has one kid now, and she ain’t having no more. Shop is closed. The door is padlocked, the windows are nailed shut and the website says "Error 503 Service…
agreed, lest people recaption it “Dbague.”