What I was going to say.
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Just please don’t call me “mom”.
Vigorous masturbation. Poor aim. Enthusiasm.
An ex managed to ejaculate in his own eye once. Poor planning.
Me too.
Argghh! The pyramid selling! It’s soooo depressing and simultaneously totally irritating.
I feel the same way!
I went to the same high school as Joan Bez (many years later), was quite miserable there and was quite pleased to find out that when they approached her for money, her response was basically, “Why? I hated your school.”
I know! I sent the link to my vegan brother and asked him if it was, well, vegan. He did not reply.
The geography of that film was all over the place. It was absurd.
Me too. Also, horse trailers. Preferable to a portapotty at the end of the day at a horse show.
Yes. A barn at which I was working had a party. I had beers, did not want to walk all the way to the house, so I used a horse stall.
A pile of used horse stall bedding, full of horse piss and bits of poo. My phone fell out of my pocket while I was using the horse stall for my own micturatory needs during a barn party. I retrieved it.
Yesterday I had an accident at work which involved a wheelbarrow, my falling, and old (used!) horse bedding. I also had a pleasant meeting with my boss, later in the day. I came home and said to my husband, “I bet -you’ve- never sat through a meeting with your boss with horse shit on your pants. And of you did, >your<…
Nonsense.
Absolutely. It makes zero sense.
My guess is Miley is looking for plastic shit and refills for her glue gun.