Some boys prefer sappy love songs and poetry.Some boys prefer wine and roses. Some boys prefer leather and chains. My proof of love comes a litle differently in the form of some good old GPS action. Remember when I talked about the nifty car Charming Calvin purchased a while ago? Otherwise better known as charming outdoor decoration? Well the lil automobile that could doesn't move all that much, it might as well be an ivy-laden pergola. Umm... I think I might be lost! Till I took my leave of Calvin of course. Seems that his surprisingly independent car has been making the rounds lately. Of course I immediately pictured Calvin mapping out his route the night before with charts, maps and alternative paths. Full story...
Very few things make me squeamish. Okay, maybe torn hands dangling by the ligaments. And possibly tapeworms.
Jealousy. It's an ugly, selfish emotion that has crept up on the best of us. Even knightly Arthur himself wasn't spared the sly, green-eyed demon when Lancelot made the moves on his queen.
Just today, I stumbled across an old porn film that I first watched years - and years back. An incestuous lil gay porn that involved three virile, highly adventuresome ( and shockingly inventive ) brothers.
Seems even the fates are conspiring against us. Feel terribly victimized with our already tattered reputations slandered and besmirched by those who don't know better.
With an education partly based on the misguided teachings of Islamic-inclined tutors, there has been much argument on the feasibility of consuming pork.
Start cracking those books, kids. Cutting coupons to buy groceries simply isn't fun. If there's a valid argument for studying smart to get into an economically viable course such as geology ( forget about medicine which is purely altruistic! ), it's that being poor actually sucks.
Seriously. Forget about saving the whale. Forget about saving the orang-utan. Forget about staying away from shark's fin soup.
We come to love not by finding the perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
It's almost midnight on a weekend and I'm still busy in my garden patch planting my pumpkins and squash.
Ever been on the wrong side of a crazed rant meant for someone else?Virago : You sir! I have things to tell you!Paul : Umm.
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