You know, normally I’d be the first one calling BS and demanding the story, but on this one, I’ll go with your reccomendation. :eek:
A long summer day, an excess of alcohol on her part, a day long BBQ binge and sneaking a quickie at 11 at night in a laundry room. :eek: is correct.
hehehe. I am the furthest thing from a female that you could ever imagine.
Some mood killers:
“Stop, Daddy! It hurts!” (hopefully, this will kill the mood. If it doesn’t, RUN.)
“You’re on Candid Camera!”
look down and say, “Hey! It’s almost all cleared up!”
“I really shouldn’t be doing this; I have a girlfriend.” - I’ve never stood up so fast in my life.
Nonononononono…See, you weren’t supposed to tell. That’s simply horrific.
(Goes off to join in the thread about needing a barfy smiley)
You’re a drill press?
C’mon. As the somewhat ashamed originator of this thread, I demand a little appreciation for the opening post.
“Seacrest, OUT!”…?
Comedy gold…
Wow! That was great! You know, your daughter refuses to do anal.
I don’t know what it means?
You could always just turn the TV on. Thats what I did when I lost my virginity.
IIRC, *The Man Show *was on.
You know, now that I think of it…I might be a dick.
You’re not a dick. It’s not your fault she doesn’t interest you. I wish my exgirlfriend would have purchased that book titled If He Watches The Simpsons While You Suck Him Off, He’s Probably Not That Into You.
That is how Ryan Seacrest signed off of American Idol last season…
You think they sell that book on Amazon. I think that would be the perfect coffee table book.
There. That should prove I’m not shallow.
Ugh…I need an editor.
You think they sell that on Amazon? That would be the perfect coffee-table book.
When he is standing there proudly showing off his nakedness, look at his crotch, then back at his face with a blank stare and say:
Where is it?
I know a couple who actually says this. She does, anyway.
No, I don’t know why I know this. It’s not the sort of information I really feel the need to know. Particularly when I am friends with the husband, not the wife.
Nonetheless, I find it amusing.
Reach over, grab your little note pad and pen, pause a moment and say, “hmm… pity fuck… check.”
Ooh, I have another one. If you’re a woman, you still have your note pad, right? Pause a moment and say, “hmm… gay guy… check.”