Yesterday, I walked into a clear door and apologized to it. When I looked up there was a piece of paper taped to it saying, "It's alright." I felt forgiven. MLIA
Can't help it. Why take two good things, and put them together? All that does is create soemthing that could have been awesome, but too awkward to fulfill it's potential for awesomeness. Leave good things alone, and let them be good by themselves, is what I say.
Personally, I'm a big fan of sporks. They take up less room and are perfectly good utensils. Just, don't try to eat soup with them. Pretty much useless in that regard. And, they make good weapons. I mean...what?
I'm a tricksy bitch who gets away with everything. Except that time I threw the highlighter at the football players face...but I only got two one-hour detentions for it. And the Dean was the football coach, too. *innocent smile*
I'm not too worried about leaving marks so much. Besides, they're Wal-Mart spoons. Not like they can positively match the wounds to my tableware, and say, "Without a shadow of a doubt, this guy did it."
Well, he would need at least sixteen pigs, as they can eat a 200lb body in about 8 minutes. Then again, I only assume these OPs never leave the house and weigh about 350 each.
ahhh, that would be so nice. like it used to be "today i checked my mail but nothing was there yet. i remembered it was sunday & walked back inside." now its "i was in walmart when a ninja flew in and everyone started clapping and told me how they hated twilight." i mean godddammmnnn.
Yes, I believe it is possible. And her significant other is either a very lucky dude/chick/whatever (I make no judgements), or a total dolt, and has no idea what they have.
I have a sister, she's in middle school, and no, she's not exactly like me. She tries, though. Also, seriously, you guys are going to make my cheeks bruise from all this blushing I'm doing...
You know me. I aim to please women... especially hot, nerdy women. I love them almost as much as I love myself. *Fixes tie in mirror, winks at reflection*
*sidekicks Firefox for freezing up on her* Fuck you, too, Mozilla. But, it's time for a K-Dubs to go to bed. My mum is annoyed by my loud typing. 'night, y'all. Talk to you tomorrow.
I'm listening to all this random old stuff I have. Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket. The lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it...
What the shit is this?! "Today, I got a call during class from a number I didn't know. Instead of rejecting the call, I put the phone back into my posct and let it ring because the vibrations felt good on my leg. MLIA"
this story's a total repeat. ive walked into glass doors too but i dont apologize for it haha mlia is getting so lame. anyways, this story just got posted at IABP. check it out? if not, dont bad me just because i like another site. someone else might enjoy the link. :) http://wearebadpeople.blogspot.com/2010/03/shitty-timing.html
Yea I came across a post that I vividly remember in the submissions. "Today, I found out that if you hold down enter you can vote on all of the posts really quickly. All of them yes. MLIA"
A few. One was awesome: the groom had a sword. They basically read scripture... well, scratch that, they sing the scriptures, and then say some other stuff. I couldn't understand any of it.
*wrings out hair* 1) Goth pants are obscenely comfortable for having so much fucking metal on them. 2) Nothing is on television except UFC. This is not a bad thing. 3) Tying on an iPhone is a bitch.
They don't fit as well as they used to. Then again, I bought them off a friend four years ago. I've gained weight since then. *glowers at hips*. And, finally, not here for long as my phone only has so much battery left and I get shit signal down here.
So, I go toe-to-toe with this guy who's got 20lbs on me, a bit taller, and monkey arms that give him a massive advantage in reach. After getting frustrated with not being able to box, due to reach disadvantage, and since I have a crappy ground game, I decide to go for broke and Muay Thai clinch his ass. Enough knees to his chest, and the guy eventually goes down.
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