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Mmmm HMMM, work it girl!

\m/ :drinker:

Do my man's for him because he doesn't give a flying f' about these things so I need to. I use a trimmer usually, on the 'sensitive areas' in particular. I leave his manly chest patch alone though.

Love this. So much. Congratulations to you both. :drinker:

Wow... can I say that again? WOW. :love: :drinker:

My yard will forever be free of squirrel and rabbit poop. Halle-f'in-lujah. When Mutt-face is getting busted for poop-snacking, she'll actually look down at the pile she's tucking into then over to the window where I'm yelling at her, then back at the pile and proceed in gobbling it all down like a vacuum-gone-mad before I…

I've come here to say hello to my fellow tooth-gap, mole-having and ****-eating dogs kindred spirits. My tooth gap has almost closed up due to some late wisdom teeth coming in and pushing it together. Boo. To add, my ears have flaps at the top and look like they're melted. It's great. If I can get a decent picture with my…

Rockin' that onesie.

*grabs some of Atkin's popcorn and gets comfy*

We've got a Weber charcoal with a propane starter to get the coals lit -- still not as fast as gas, obviously but it's pretty quick and easy. We love it.

Which one of them would've been the Miss? I miss those *kitten*. Edit: EEG and SSR, both for "Miss Personality" but with yearbook pics taken in thongs. *sigh*

Talented man. Glad he did what he did and shared it with the world -- indeed a part of my "musical formative" years. What a f'ing shame, only 47.

Caps. But knowing them -- and all D.C. teams -- they will get our hopes up and then dash them in quick succession. (Except for the 'Skins who can't get it up or our hopes up or anything up, ever.)

Yeah. I'd still go for getting finger blasted in the back of the limo by my date. Though I guess for a do-over it'd have to be my husband; it'd be awkward if it were my then-BF.

Dear Me, Your high school sweetheart is boring, bordering on comatose and severely lacking in intelligence and conversational skills. Go bang more dudes. Love, Me

Also, don't gift him scat and/or tentacle porn. It's far too soon.

Be careful with the teeth.

I'm calling poseur: a geek girl would never spell Skywalker's name wrong. Aside from that... f' yeah. :drinker:

Fage 2%. With a little preserves mixed in. Or peanut butter. (Or both.)

... and hummus. That's good stuff too. And, also pretty much anything that doesn't taste good is made instantly edible with a lil' c*cksauce. I typed that with a straight face. Yeah.

Try the train next time, you'd get there in under 12.

Quoted for the utmost truth.

My man's arm pits. And no, they're not funky; his deodorant smells nice. Also, his wonky, vein-y forearms and his womanly hips.

All the breasts. Unless they're cold, but hey even those are good to some of the more ... 'alternative' types.

My dog's name is Gabby, also lovingly referred to as Mutt-Face. She's real though. My invisible dog's name is Bob. Bob does all the things Mutt-Face can't manage... and is smart. Bob is the Border Collie to Mutt-Face's bottomless depths of stupid.

Our first date was at a strip club. :drinker:

I love you, dude! :drinker:

I love this. :drinker:

Y U no Android?

That uppity bastage deleted me; I do think he's pretty excellent regardless.