crampus1 Member

Why did he blame himself? Was this about a wife misbehaving with you?

I logged on mfp and couldn’t get on. Serious drama. But then I figured out it wasn’t actually about me. Oh wait....I mean it WAS about me.

Damn it. I can’t keep up with the politically correct stuff since I unsubscribed from the “all things politically correct all the time” newsletter

Any Lady men?

All the people posting above keep sending me weird poetry and sometimes it has the no no words in it.

My friends are all ex cons and have actually been banned from places, never allowed to show their faces again. I roll with a tough crowd.

Well my cat can get a date. I can’t, but she can. That’s just great

Omg I typed submit before I was done posting because my cat was sticking her butt in my face AGAIN. My other cats hate me now.

I have a cat. I love her. But she only wants her butt in my face.

I hope they take my information and use it to create a mini series starring Charlotte Johansson and Jason momoa.

Does he share his banana with regular people or do they need need to be attractive?

Plus a puppy is always happy to see you, loves your cooking, and you never destroy it’s life by cutting the crust off pb&j when suddenly it wants the crusts.

I’m just here for the lifestyle change. Well I was until that guy told me what it actually meant.

I went to Texas

Hi.

I don’t think flinging your boogers onto a donut and saying “look I made sprinkles” really counts as culinary skills. And saying “look my tongue is as long as my toes!” Isn’t too skillful in the cunilary department either

I have a plethora of children. It’s ok. I miss having money though. And people who liked my cooking.

Well I’m not buying any cookbooks that require steamed vajayjay cabbage.

Hmm. I think I’m doing it wrong.

I need to rethink my mfp friends now. So many of them talk about not just dieting, but having a whole lifestyle change. I had no idea this is what they meant.

I miss my joy. Can’t feel it anymore.

Silence and empty pages.

Enjoys humor, being a blob on the couch, bbq, murder shows.

I’d give up tiny thongs for slobby sweat pants to be a work thing.

I’d give up eating bananas on webcam for a good old fashioned root beer float.

I’d give up my Fitbit for a different device that said “maybe you only took five steps today, but you’re still awesome, eff goals you winner you!!!”

I’d give up my life as a naturalist for some new hedge trimmers. I want to make giraffes.

I’d give up being lazy for a new pool boy...I mean, pool.

Loose morals, so, yep I’m here for the right reasons and also in the right place.

Yep. In the jeans.