Sometimes I'm so proud of what you've contributed.
If your pipe is letting you down, there are drugs to help with that (or so the e-mail in my junk-mail folder tell me).
After I swim in the morning, I love to sit in the shower or sauna. It is amazing what a crappy mood I am in if they are broken.
OT, but my getting-divorced friend is blogging about her current sexual needs, desires, feelings, and thoughts, and it's putting lust in my heart again.
Mr. President:
Does she know that you know it's her?
"as fat and ugly as all of you"
Not fair. Take that back.
7: Such posts of hers are access-restricted to her friends; she knows who's reading them.
Task that make to work ahead and behind my starter shafts like Jimmy Carter with Babelfish in order to avoid of being identified from my style of writing.
Then a great deal depends on what she says, and whether the shape of her desire requires someone new.
Do not take me false; I do not ask for counsel nor permission nor judgement. I am stating just that there is lust in my heart.
You know Jimmy, the lust in your heart is not wrong, nor something you should regret or wish otherwise, it's the casting of stones, etc., because of it, out of guilt perhaps, that is evil. At least that's how I read it.
Mr. President, why don't you join Labs for a cold Spartan rinse?
I obtained a sufficiency of that kind of thing when I was a submariner.
Go far it, Jimmy, the casting of stones can wait. Is the body cold yet?
It's hard out there for a pimpin' ex-president.
Man, I'm just dyin to do some stonethrowin. It's been so long.
Best political bumper sticker, antiCarter '80, alluding to both Goldwater and Jimmah: "In his heart he knew your wife."
UPDATE: That shit was cold.
Eh, quit your whining. It probably helped you build character.
After the Spartan shower, did you run off to class clad in your leather underoos?
I'm thinking, back to the office to look at that picture of Apo's tit in order to get the famed Labs cock back to normal size.