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Discussion in 'The Backstage' started by DavGrape, Dec 6, 2017 at 6:36 PM.
He's a winsome sumbitch, ain't he?
I'll have you know that I never touch the stuff. The hangovers are way too rough, especially when it's the red kind.
NO Joke.... I, for one, am dead serious.
Hey, now. The Irish like to get married young too! It's all the Catholicism bred into us!
Plus, I can't grow a beard, so I can't be Amish...
That’s just to outdo other women and spend money. Ask a woman to do that for you and she’ll report you for sexual harassment.
He's a handsome devil.
Be extremely careful if this occurs again. The bacteria level in ass is shocking...even for ass.
I've learned how to leave it at the office.
I played in a band where a stripper,and her friends used to come out to check us out.She rubbed her fully clothed breasts up against me after the set, and next day called to say she has a new bed.Good enough.
It's only sexually harassment if it's unwanted. Everything else is fair game.
I wouldn't want to be a young guy out there dating now. It will be interesting to see what the long term results of this will be. As with anything (with good intentions?) it will be run into the ground.
There's already signs of it, victimhood has currency.
So... you married the one that wasn't a good f...?
Oh... I read Mandroids...
You mean Islandroids?
Best offer all night?
Didn't say that... One was very good, implying one was good.
I just had more bonding intellectually as well as physically of course. THAT what stood the judgment of time before and after marriage.
As always in life, it is a matter of compromise.
the best lays I ever had were batshit crazy in every other area of life. So I totally get what you're saying there.
She was kind of crazy too, that was part of the fun I guess. But 365 days a year of that would have been too much.
She had a loud laugh as well. The problem, she was laughing all the time...
Once, we went to a party at a friend house where I brought my guitar and amp (a Marshall 4010). The next day, my friend went to the neighbour to apologise about the loudness of the guitar, and the guy replied that he didn't mind (or hear) the guitar but the laught really did bother him.
Good old day's... Bless her wherever she is.