you should give the back door mountain man lipstick to make that really work! haha rimbaud, are you freaking kidding. in houston's humidy, 100% silk is the only shirt to wear on an August date. Thing is, apparently you guys don't know how many ways they can weave silk. Why do you think women wear silk panties all the time? Indians understand. I guess most boys are afraid of silk because that is what panties are made from. I guess it seems too gay for you, rimbaud, to absolutely love the same fabric that women prefer for their panties and legs. what?
Fortunately - and as per usual - you have no idea of what you are talking. As such, I will continue strolling merrily down the lane.
what lane are you strolling down....the metaphorical lane? or that lane with your baby... yeah, so come Summer, tell me again what you are wearing while strolling your baby down the Height's streets. silk? or whatever is clean, like most fathers like you have to accept. bring it
i think it got deleted. i'm just curious whose post went over the edge...or was it just all of us that did it.
Seriously, it is like you are not even speaking English anymore. Bring it? Really? Maybe next you will try to argue with me that Mahler's 4th symbolizes his love for cashmere or some other nonsense. Kein’ Musik ist ja nicht auf Erden, Die unsrer verglichen kann werden. Elftausend Jungfrauen Zu tanzen sich trauen. Sankt Ursula selbst dazu lacht. Kein’ Musik ist ja nicht auf Erden, Die unsrer verglichen kann werden. Cäcilia mit ihren Verwandten Sind treffliche Hofmusikanten! Die englischen Stimmen Ermuntern die Sinnen, Daß alls für Freuden erwacht.
Yes, you're super ghey...Those pics are hilarious...Well, at least you're were having a good time and dancing...good for you...
[whisper] Psssst... Fatty, this thread is more random, and 90% more believable than your recent gems. [/whisper] Great chop, thegary.
haha...sometimes I like to fake out my dog and not actually throw the stick just so i can get her to spin around in wonderment. cashmere? you're not going to be wearing cashmere in August in Houston....no matter how many hours of sleep you've lost, no matter how behind you are on doing laundry and no matter how early in the morning your have to stroll merrily down the lane...wondering what is like to be me.
I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair I wanna sing it out to everybody What a joy, what a life, what a chance! So I say Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing Thanks for all the joy they're bringing Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty What would life be? Without a song or a dance what are we?
