No doubt; but I think I've already sold it to satan for immortality; there's this hooded thing that keeps following me and making me swerve in front of cars...wait, that might be the tea. It's a bit cooler here; still too hot to trim my plants, so I can't see out my windows.
Ahhh , i see, it just makes my eyes go
Don't you know it! I'm always running into those "I'm in a relationship...but she's in the North Pole...well, she's been missing for a year...but I still can't kiss you" types. Yet, they show up every night, call, wear down your will power...What do they want, anyway?
It's still hot and muggy here, an occasional breezy night.
Yes, it's good to have a few platonic friends...I always find it difficult to keep it platonic; as soon as they say, "I just don't think of you that way"; I feel like pulling out all the stops...putting on the whole light show!
So what made you decide to give up on her just as things were getting started? I'm crawling my way back to work, hating every minute of it...before car and house fall totally apart.
Aaahh... thanks a lot and Hello to you too!
I hate it when you meet someone, they get your adrenaline up, the estrogen/testosterone starts pumping and they drop the ball...I will retire to my bed, a book with a happy ending and my tea with a touch of liquor!
Ooh, sounds steamy...I can't wait to hear details....
Oh god, wish I was there drinking some more of my tea and listening to the sweet sounds of guitars exploding...My friends here are all broke and asking for loans; they don't believe that the only money I have is what I've borrowed from Jess...I keep trying to tell them that being portly and rich are not synonymous
Great stuff, even though I am not a big fan of vodka. Its called Jeremiah Weed Sweet Tea, I add a bit to my publix sweet tea, peach or raseberry and it gives that little extra kick dicretely while I listen to all the friends boring conversations...you know, the 70th discussion of Terry Jones and his burning party....
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Still, on a chalk plateau
quite like george