ha ha never mind, if I really had any Fentanyl lollypops I wouldn't share them.
ha ha never mind, if I really had any Fentanyl lollypops I wouldn't share them.
"Every single one of you needs a psyche evaluation and some meds. Now apologize to the baby Jesus for acting like turds and go mug the homeless or something." -IronSmith
C'mon. Leave Randi alone. Obviously I traumatized her lo those many years ago. My only concern is that she found this place. I mean, I really don't need this site over run with psycho ex's.
Unless they still look hot.
You have any idea how hard I laughed when I read this thread? Leave her alone, how about stealing her soul, (if she has one) and proudly displaying it in the executive lounge instead? -Kinda like a trophy or something, I mean there's no way that chair is getting used again...
"Every single one of you needs a psyche evaluation and some meds. Now apologize to the baby Jesus for acting like turds and go mug the homeless or something." -IronSmith
Normally I would. But I'll tell you what the problem is. After I burped in her mouth I saw the look on her face, I tell you it f*cking un-manned me. Like looking at an Edvard Munch painting. Brrrrr.
See, at the time my reaction was to laughingly apologize. Huge, HUGE mistake. How was I supposed to know she was allergic to tomatoes?
Sigh.
I really did love her you know.
A fiercely emotional romance brought to it's knees by tomatoes, compressed air and an apologetic yet totally genuine attempt at humorous brevity to save face in the midst of a loved one's emotional distress?
At the very least it's a paperback best seller romance novel, one just can't make these things in life up!
"Every single one of you needs a psyche evaluation and some meds. Now apologize to the baby Jesus for acting like turds and go mug the homeless or something." -IronSmith
It used to be so fun.
Oh come on Randi, have a heart it's almost Christmas! Look sometimes after enjoying a night of whirlwind romance and the cheapest beer young adults can afford that manky old chair in the living room looks alot like a toilet seat.
Burr was just being courteous and lifting the lid when it committed suicide off the balcony. It was covered in $$$$ anyway, what's the big deal?
"Every single one of you needs a psyche evaluation and some meds. Now apologize to the baby Jesus for acting like turds and go mug the homeless or something." -IronSmith
She called the house today. I wish my old boss tried as hard to keep tabs on me.
Ah well. Guess we should get ready for round 2 of this crap.
Oh jeez the woman is possessed by demons. Run for the hills!
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