Not too far from the truth, you got a dark haired Italian guy from Central Jersey that was not native to NJ. He even grew up one town over from where I did, just 15 years earlier.
Hey, that reminds me of the time we took the kids to Brookfield Zoo, years ago. The zoo wasn’t crowded, so we took our time. We got the giraffe enclosure and here was the male giraffe attempting to mount the female. I was riveted. My husband became like a Victorian virgin maiden, he was that upset.
Lemme tell you, male giraffes have the longest penises I’ve ever seen. I’ll swear it was almost prehensile. He didn’t succeed in his aim while we were there. The kids were asking all kinds of questions and my husband was glaring at me. Hee.
well, YOU try finding a picture of a hazelnut pouring coffee!
Dammit–some of these pics of me show me as so unhappy. Do I come across as THAT unhappy? I mean, my life is occasionally shit, but whose isn’t? (Note to self: must be perkier). Bricker
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Dammit–some of these pics of me show me as so unhappy. Do I come across as THAT unhappy? I mean, my life is occasionally shit, but whose isn’t? (Note to self: must be perkier).
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It’s the name, dear. Died in the church and was buried along with her name/nobody came, all that. To borrow a line from Angels in America, “Prior! You can’t name your cat Little Sheba and expect her to stay home!”
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Dammit–some of these pics of me show me as so unhappy. Do I come across as THAT unhappy? I mean, my life is occasionally shit, but whose isn’t? (Note to self: must be perkier).
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Well, like Sampiro said, it’s the name. Hey, you keep your face in a jar by the door!
