One of my coworkers has printed out a camel head and glued it on a Popsicle stick. She walks around on Wednesday morning and does the camel voice.
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Oh this was a small high school. Total population of 300 tops. So fresh meat syndrome was rampant.
Oh I didn't want to marry him. I just wanted him to finally go after the wads of paper that he would flick down my minimal cleavage. I was presenting damn it!
It is totally a unisex phenomenon. I agree.
It was mostly dictation, his writing was more legible than mine was. *sigh* Remember that rippling xylophone of infatuation that would thrill up and down your spine when he looked your way?
His name was Matt. He had dark eyes and eyelashes that brushed his cheeks when he smirked. He rode the hour long school bus commute everyday. I helped him (did) with his homework just to sit closer to him for at least a year. One day he asked me in a low, conspiratorial whisper, "The new girl is really stacked and…
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Obligatory post of the adorable Garfunkel and Oats.
Damn, I was holding out for Mail Tampering!
"Nothing is hotter than kerosene baby."
Hey now. Arson can be sexy.
That's what the sex is for, silly!
I'm just really terrible at making coffee. :)
This morning I made a piping hot cup of disappointment for my husband. Rich black disappointment, tinged with regret and a sense of impending loss, served piping hot with two sugars and some cream.
The Archduke Maximillian von Fluffy Pants enjoys a good, through phantom ball polishing. If he had testicles, they would glow from excessive cleanliness.
He read about "fuzz therapy" in Calvin and Hobbes and dreamed about it for years before we got a pair of fluffy monsters.
Ahhh the flop. Only the kiddo will brave those claws and give the cat a full fluffy motorboating. He still has all his ears.
What is this 'sitting' that you speak of? Seems like too much work.
You know it!
Let's title this "Raleigh Becket aka Charlie Hunnam Wants to Take You for a Ride". And the motorcycle is named Gipsy Danger.