You know, sometimes I'm not so fond of technology. . .
I wakeup this morning, check my phone, as usual. Apparently around 230am last night some chick (I honestly have NO clue who it is) sends me a titty pic.
:ugh:
I didn't know you could get 'em that close to the phone!
If anyone is local to tacompton, and like what they see (fat chance, right?) I'll hook you up with the number.
Midnight in a Perfect World on Amazon or order anywhere. The first book in a quartet chronicling the rise of a man from angry criminal to philanthropist. Midnight... is a distopic noirish novel featuring 'Duchess', a modified 1990 Subaru Legacy wagon.
See, I think tittays are fine and good. . . . On a friday night after 11. Or even Saturdays once the clock strokes PM. But waking up and finding THOSE on your phone Sunday morning . . . Traumatic.
you might want to go to the doctor... it doesnt look like your balls have dropped yet plus i think you might have a slight case of elephantitis
I'm holding them up from between my legs. You should see the harness I have to put on every morning. Sucks. And if you try to teabag a broad you run the risk of knocking her out. If you don't scare her first. I learned for stability sake not to drop 'em out quick. Yes, they do break my fall, but shit it hurts!
Midnight in a Perfect World on Amazon or order anywhere. The first book in a quartet chronicling the rise of a man from angry criminal to philanthropist. Midnight... is a distopic noirish novel featuring 'Duchess', a modified 1990 Subaru Legacy wagon.
evolutionmovement wrote:
I'm holding them up from between my legs. You should see the harness I have to put on every morning. Sucks. And if you try to teabag a broad you run the risk of knocking her out. If you don't scare her first. I learned for stability sake not to drop 'em out quick. Yes, they do break my fall, but shit it hurts!
niccccccce
90' legacy built ej257 gt30r 6spd r180 and brembos Bitches 402whp @22psi :D -sexy red
94' Impreza wagon AWD 2.2ltr rally wagon FTW!
evolutionmovement wrote:
I'm holding them up from between my legs. You should see the harness I have to put on every morning. Sucks. And if you try to teabag a broad you run the risk of knocking her out. If you don't scare her first. I learned for stability sake not to drop 'em out quick. Yes, they do break my fall, but shit it hurts!
niccccccce
Oh Good Lord
~Spencer
94 Legacy Turbo (550 Robtune/ej20h v2 Sti RA drivetrain)
94 Legacy Ti Wagon (5mt ej22e)
91 rhd Legacy GT Wagon (factory 5mt, ej20g)
93 rhd Legacy GT type S2 Sedan (4eat, ej20g)
91 rhd Legacy Ti Type S 1.8
03 Lincoln LS V8 Sport
08 300 SRT8
Looking at the lips -- cuz I don't know too many girls with lips that remind me of the Ducktales -- I'd hafta guess it's my friend Patty. She's kind of a big girl (always has been) but is working real hard to drop the pounds so she can finally get into the navy. (Been in and out of enlistment/med stuff for more than a year now) IIRC, those are 46some letter I didn't know they used to size breasteses.
She's 22, soon to be 23. We've known each other since pre-first. (does anyone know what that is? It's that year you waste between Kindergarten and 1st grade. It's like grad school for small children.) So that means we've been friends for nearly 20 years. No, we've never fucked. But one time her bf (scumbag for reals) stood her up cuz they were fighting and we ended up at the Motel6 on 188th, spent the night and cuddled. (that's my thing) But I did slip her the banana the first time we met. (okay, so it was really an office trinket -- a pencil eraser that was a banana.) That was the star finish to a Gump-worthy "You can sit here if ya wan' ta" bus ride. And that's how we met!
She's a great girl, but drama follows her like the scent in a hound's snout. (read: she seeks it, but hasn't recognized it yet) That of course, leads to all kinds of problems with relationships and the like. I swear I've spent DAYS listening to her bitch and bitch about the guys she's with, time after time, guy after guy. At one point I wanted to date her just to save her from herself. She's been a good friend, and we go way back -- why not, right? As you know though, that didn't happen.
Enough of a backstory, or were you hoping it was like a she-came-home-drunk-and-took-boobie-pictures-and-hit-send-to-the-wrong-guy kinda story? She may be Irish, but she's a cheaper date than I am. It's great. A couple of nights at Papa's, we'd have matching Irish red noses and cheeks. (although as often as I get the "You look like Tom Cruise", I've also heard the, "That nose looks like a Kennedy -- Who's your daddy?")