Is this her?
Your MIL sounds kind of awesome.
I rather assumed there was alcohol involved. I meant the actual logistics, like, how do you push/fold/squash/press something with the consistency of a hacky sack into something else with the consistency of, well, an ammo press.
/sits down/
ok, let’s run through this step by step. How on earth did that happen?
Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.
We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…
I’m attempting to mentally work out the logistics of that...and failing.
A testicle got stuck in a butthole.
A Story of Few Words: A Sexy Haiku
Challenge: This is the most liberal site I’ve read (yes, even worse than the Huffington Post). If Deadspin releases an article dissing the Democratic ticket, then I will post a video of myself running naked across a tennis court.
Just FYI, we absolutely plan on doing the same when the Democratic debates happen.
In the end we got yet another crowded debate that was very light on facts and explanations but very high on hyperbole. Everyone wants the most powerful military in the world, and the fact of the matter is they will already have it when they step into office. Nobody even mentioned reforming the Pentagon or areas within…
Donald Trump appears to have no idea what’s going on in the world, no interest in foreign affairs that don’t involve trade, and no urgency to do anything about his lack of knowledge and understanding.
The second Republican presidential debate was a very long and chaotic affair. Foreign policy and the military were…
Or the epic rap battles of history
Greatest tweet of all time.
Exactly. The tension of combat disappeared because everyone got constantly-upgraded mechs that could do anything (unless the writers wanted you to feel bad, in which case some scrubs were killed and their little portraits turned red). Now they ALL have those long guns, so bye bye complicated, staged combat of head…
im sorry you’re going to have to speak to FUTURE PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP about the state of my roused rabbles