I did the same thing as a kid. I couldn't have any of that wonderful shrink-candy though, I've had Type 1 diabetes since I was two years old. Maybe that's why I was so full of angst.
I did the same thing as a kid. I couldn't have any of that wonderful shrink-candy though, I've had Type 1 diabetes since I was two years old. Maybe that's why I was so full of angst.
I'm not pro-corporation. I'm pro-vaccine. Because I like kids to be alive.
I couldn't agree more.
And just like Wakefield, I'm betting this boils down to money and the sociopath who sees a way to it.
Don't back off. I'm the mother of a kid with autism and that somehow didn't make me take my head in both hands and jam it up my rectum, so why should he be let off the hook?
It wasn't identical. If you read carefully, you'll note that the one who felt violated had asked the guy to stop and he hadn't listened.
This.
Get it, curvy girl in sparkly red! Get. It.
Man, Special Agent Lance Griffin? That's some name. Whoever writes this universe is kind of a hack.
Exotic. Yeah.
Haha, yeah I've heard similar things from other people about how they smell/taste durian. To me it tastes like maple syrup, raw onions, garlic and umami. And for some reason that tastes good to me! When I read what I wrote it sounds disgusting, but it's like an addictive feeling.
Hmm, interesting. I might be biased (I am biased), but maybe he's bisexual? There is a huge stigma against bi/pansexuality and many people don't want to admit to having feelings like that. Especially in the lesbian and gay communities.
Can I just take a second to say that your username and icon make me hungry every time I see you?
I really try to be good, you know? I'm aware women are people, not just boob transportation devices. I don't ever want to make someone feel uncomfortable.
Uh...then we may have a problem...
Happens to all of us boob-havers. Well, at least all boob-havers I know. We could all just be hideous slobs...but we're happy hideous slobs that just had awesome salads!
This is exactly how I react (in my head) to a nice set. The problem is I'm edging ever closer to thirty-five and I'm starting to feel a bit like a creeper.
Don't want. She reminds me of dried chicken.
Jeez.