About time a manfolk remembered how it was to flirt. Good job, Snowolfe.
I love Lane Bryant - its such a nice store for round shaped women. Thank you very much, Listle, for thinking of the vast majority of american females. The average size is now 14.
I think that Monica would very much like a Harmony shirt, though Lady China would certainly spit upon it. Actually, Monica would rather have a shirt saying "Giggle while you wiggle."
*wiggle's and giggles*
Everybody carry on with your assorted bitchery and ridiculous machinations, or your good deeds and soothing words.
I personally am not around much, since some nice guy named Nojoy (from Florida, maybe near you, Cyren), flashed me his erect penis while Balor was spyware monitoring my computer from miles away. Of course it felt like I was being raped, by Nojoy for one - a stranger rape. And by Balor for two - husband rape. I'm a fierce bitch in the end though. Oh, in the middle and the beginning too.
I told Nojoy to send me another picture except with my name written on the blood filled flesh. Just because I sincerely doubt he was a guy in the first place, and that that was his dick in the second. Therefore, he could not have done as I requested, and I'd learned more about the game afoot. He hummed and hawed, didn't have a mic for vent, couldn't seem to come through with his rapacious deeds on my terms. Of course I told him to tell me before he sent it. Then I was gonna tell him, nah, forget it. But you're a good boy.
Well, the end result of all this deju vue drama (I am the woman who had her phone tapped by a husband also) - was that Balor was hurt, which I would not have happen for the world. So I killed my computer. Picked it up and threw it around until it was a hunk of expensive junk.
I love my husband, very much. I'm just a little lonely. Its good to have spiffy friends like you all, though. Maybe I will purchase a harmony shirt. Or maybe I'll go see if I can bid on some Survivor items.