Now, see, don't send me down that rabbit hole. I'll be setting up spreadsheets and timelines and taking notes and... aw, shit. I'll get back to you.
Rewinding the world through a centenarian's eyes always interests me. So let's see... she definitely remembered a time when horses and wagons were the main transports. Probably remembered the first car she ever rode in, which was probably a Model T, and she might well have remembered the first one she even saw.…
My grandma was a WWII veteran in the Navy (they were called WAVES) . It still awes me that she was brave enough to join up in one of the first groups of women to be in the service. She had such wonderful stories about her time in the service, mostly stationed in Hawaii- it makes me sad that her generation is dying…
The State Department also had this:
Didn't drink enough Dr. Pepper, I guess.
That was in poor taste and I apologize.
Unlike the refreshing, life-giving taste of Dr. Pepper.
I can't stop, help.
I think my ears got an STD.
I just don't think that I could be my freakiest freak without drugs and alcohol, but that my problem
That's an interesting fetish. More power to him though, at least he was up front about it.
The one that caused the most controversy was when he came to Christmas dinners late and smelling like pussy (My dad's choice of words) because he was at a Christmas sex party in Tijuana. I was sixteen and found it hilarious and wanted to know more about this sex party thing. But all us kids were urged to go for a…
I always assumed it was just a phone sex service and probably a scam, yeah.
This guy had his little brother leave me a voicemail rapping "My brother wants to bone you in a motherfucking Contour" once and MAN I wish I still had it.
Late-night/early morning TV is filled with commercials for these "phone dating" services. How is this still a thing? Why would anyone pay by the minute to leave voicemails to strangers based on their voicemail descriptions of themselves, when you have free online dating all over the place? Is it really just a phone…
Jax is a "stone cold" flip-flopper re: booze. I could hear the wheels turning .... freakiest freaky sh*t gonna be mad weird SOBES - scratch that ... alcohol is OKAY.
He peed on someone. At least one person. I know this for a fact.
Oh geez. Sorry. Being Ginuwine was my go-to. Sorry for freaking you out. Also, I'm not Ginuwine.
In the late nineties, when the internet was still a baby there were chat rooms where people would go to talk dirty. Since only rich people had web cams and uploading pictures was complicated, you had to rely on written descriptions. I remember chatting all night with one guy who claimed to be Ginuwine. At that time I…
I really like his commitment to safety though. Oxygen masks aren't cheap. I will also be adding Stone Cold Freak to my CV.
How many times do you need to state your height on this message?