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.....and....your point? drug test? BWAHAHAHAHA. .

well, she is fabulous.

off subject, who is the amazing diva in your sig?

*passes you a ten spot.* do you want a piece of candy and go for a ride? i mean...it's almost closing time.

it's not always that easy, mate. you see folks saying 'my grandparents have been together for 50,60 years, what they don't know is that the woman probably didn't have any options. it's not as easy as just leaving. but...i get what you are saying.

are you trying to seduce me mrs. robinson? i just want a whopper. cheeky clerk.

...and eat donkey? ew.

yes, i'd like a whopper with fries. and extra ranch. please and thank you.

not quite. but dude was in a nightmare of sorts. all the batteries. all of them.

you're at a crossroads. i would love to be able to say 'hey, try this' but, the truth of the matter is, my opinion matter not.

finished my flower power curtain. i hung them, but i really need to block and starch them. now, i'm onto a llama and a uncle bill~too many cooks effigy. then i have the 'tree of life' afgan it's going to be huge. ~ its for next year's family reunion raffle my cousin is planning. she started a page because she also wants to make one, and got a few other people on this page, so apparently this last item is a contest ~ 5 women enter, 1 blanket wins.

apparently they don't appreciate her fecal artwork.

green goddess is the ONLY salad dressing that matters anymore.

i became an 'adult' at 15, but i'm still waiting for that court order to catch up.

i actually have a fantastic idea for a horroremdy. it's sort of along the lines a c.h.u.d. but...weirder. and funnier. i would gladly give this idea to an experienced writer, as long as i get props, and compensation.

neither, because i'm not an animal and i wouldn't go around shitting on the floor and flinging it like a phuqn chimpanzee, *edit~technically we're ALL animals, but you know what i mean. >.>

oh...i get the texture thing. because okra, can phuq right off. slimey ass shit.

ha...you being all nice and shit about it. she made that shit personal, phuq a chair. that deserves 'hands on' problem solving. throat punch, for sure. *just saw the ACTUAL statement ~ FAKE NEWS!

this.

she did! she hiked that shit up like she was short stop, making a throw to home.

helmans! yes...that. and...i don't care. i'm basic af with that olive oil one.

yeah..the taking of the dump, was pretty bad, and i would LOVE to know the reason (because come on, everybody feels justified when something like this happens) but...to pick it up. she...picked that shit up, literally. i have to give her props for grabbing the napkins before this, but...COME ON!

man. a fresh tomato, being sliced for ...whatever. and that one slice, with just the slightest dash of salt. yeaaaaaaah boi.