Yes,that must be true!
Just saw 'Best, erm - *hastily flips through blog* - Bodacious Tatas: '
hehemhem clearing my throat...
Yes,that must be true!
Just saw 'Best, erm - *hastily flips through blog* - Bodacious Tatas: '
hehemhem clearing my throat...
Classic, you're a much better man than I am.
But I'm STILL A MAN. (Which, Kevin, makes our internet relationship somewhat more complicated, I'm sorry.)
What females you talkin' 'bout, Atheist? Eh?
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Is there something we need to talk about, dear?Originally Posted by a_little_wisp
Oh, good boob choice.
Everyone knows what's in room 101.
Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.
"Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"
(Oh wow, it posted twice! o_o)
Nah, nah, Kev'. S'all good. EH HEM. later, later!
... Dude, it's kinda hard to be a man.
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Yeah, this constant need to eat, expel noxious gasses, and check out women is tiring!! WOW we men have got it tough
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
So Classic.About Jane Austen.
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
boobs are overrated. it's all about the butt...
yeah.
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
Could this be a genuine man we have come across?
He speaks the way of the grunt...
Everyone knows what's in room 101.
Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.
"Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"
I gotcha, Poetic, I gotcha.But you know, its the legs for me.
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Well I like a woman with a brain!! Am I right, men? Anyone?
**listens for the crickets**
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
(Mulan reference, Classic? No?
**Crickets**
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
I am resorting to TRUE man talk to sort out the fakies...
Grunt, grunt, gruntgrunt, grunt, gur-unt, grunt. *Points at female body* GURRRRRUNT!
Everyone knows what's in room 101.
Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.
"Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"
Sometimes I wish I was a man, for at least a week. Oh all the things that I would do...
But hey, sometimes I want to talk about butts and boobs and alcohol... why must we have these classifications??? I don't like talking about make-up, designers, or any of that stuff anyway... the one girly thing I do talk about is hot men. Other than that, I don't see why all these supposedly male things must exclude women?? Down with the old ways of thinking, I say!
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
Yes. Ill take a brain over a body anyday.
Everyone knows what's in room 101.
Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.
"Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"
Intelligence is the sexiest ASSet. Sorry, I have an obsession with butts.
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
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