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Sun 17 Jun, 2007 08:07 pm
French fries.
My girlfriend's rack.
your French fries & your girlfriend's rack.
That's what I said.
And a good porter beer.
Pizza and beer
and
74 degrees with a cool breeze and some poofy clouds.
75 degrees ain't bad either.
A nice beer buzz + sour gummy life savers
Slappy weren't youmarried once? What happened to her? Did dhe leave you because you compared her to French Fries and beer?
NickFun wrote:Slappy weren't youmarried once? What happened to her?
she never got her green card
waking up early on saturday, thinking its a work day, panicking for a few seconds before you realize its... saturday... zzzzzzzzzzzzz...
chocolate shake
(yes I am pregnant, shut up)
French Fries and my rack!!teehee
NickFun wrote:Slappy weren't youmarried once? What happened to her? Did dhe leave you because you compared her to French Fries and beer?
F*ck no I wasn't married. Not that I know of. I have blacked out in Vegas though.
It's ok, Slappy. Whatever happens there, stays there.
I'd like to add:
an ice cream cone
watching a great old movie on a rainy night
a good book that you just can't put down
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