Exactly! Also means it's too difficult for my flatmate to steal any of my milk because it's way obvious when the volume goes down in such a tiny bottle.
Exactly! Also means it's too difficult for my flatmate to steal any of my milk because it's way obvious when the volume goes down in such a tiny bottle.
Here in the UK they do convenient pint bottles! Which I think is 568mL.
Ha, it's something my dad says and I adopted it for my own.
My mum was more upset by my tattoos than when I got unwantingly pregnant. Pregnancy can also be temporary, I guess!
I would salute you.
RAWRRRR! I wouldn't know which mouth to kiss first.
Oh, I totally get it. My significant otter stopped shaving when he was depressed. Something about the beard and the chest hair combined exploded my pants. I keep trying to convince him to grow it back, but alas, he prefers to be clean-shaven. I know I shouldn't look forward to his next bout of depression, but...
Romeo? Does Juliet know about this or is there going to be a showdown episode?
Sanctipony, I like it.
I'm going to have a stern word with my backfat too. Party in the boobs, all excess fat invited. Maybe I could coax it in buy stashing some chips and cheese in the bra cup?
I love that story! I'd forgotten all about it.
A stylist soul mate, that's exactly what I need! I shall pray to the hair gods.
"This one time I got this horrible haircut" = me permanently. I have a, uh, 'mild aversion' to hairdressers so I've been cutting my own hair since for ever. And I am not good at it. At all. So I live with shitty hair and I KNOW how much it can bring you down.
We had a year 11 and year 12 formal. But no Kings/Quees, or any kind of voting.
I used to use 'I' by default in all communications - my bf at the time happened to see a few emails or whatever it was and he got REALLY offended. Like, it caused a massive, massive fight. He felt I was deliberately leaving him out of my life when talking to other people, simply by using 'I' instead of 'we'. I felt…
You have mermaid hair! And it's fabulous!
There's an awesome song by the band Tacocat about the perks of onesies on dates: "Leotard is gonna help you save face when you just don't wanna go to second base."
I look forward to the hairy, sexy chest/'tache combos from the older catalogues.
Well the British DID land in Perth but it sure as hell wasn't the first time or place they landed in Australia. I feel like his handle of history is only marginally more artificial than his handle on accents. (edited because typing correctly is hard)
Right! I was actually reading articles on the weekend about this (can't link to them from work). There's a whole bunch of women out there totally into technosex. Interestingly none of the sex machines for women have any semblance to people.