TruthBTold

If I want to know a guy . . .

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It's the more I like . . . tumblr_oy01klIub11rsh7n7o1_540.jpg

As stolen from jjkrkwood Riding "The Smurf".... http://78.media.tumblr.com/c185b529f07e125e74da9120a9f84462/tumblr_ow98d5IjFp1u6zwf6o4_400.gif http://78.media.tumblr.com/e86f3b992042912b49f4fa7f1081cd8e/tumblr_ow98d5IjFp1u6zwf6o1_400.gif http://78.media.tumblr.com/b4d694049b7dc3e22cfac3386d26f00c/tumblr_ow98d5IjFp1u6zwf6o2_400.gif

Well, truth be told, there's nothing I enjoy more than a BIG cock, suckulent nipples, and JUICY MELONS ! . . . . Well, God Bless!

I already feel safer.

No, I guess he figured infidelity was enough.

Eyes, Lips, Arms, Chest, Nipples, Stomach, etc., etc., etc. . . .

When I first moved to a new city I worked the afternoon shift at my new job. It would end at 11 p.m. Once evening as I was getting closer and closer to my apartment building that I lived in with my long term boyfriend I noticed police men closing off the streets. Once close enough to see our building I saw firetrucks battling a fire engulfing it. All I could think of was that my boyfriend might be in the building. I could not see him so I walked around the block and when back on my street I saw him in front of our building. I ran to him and hugged him. He explained that luckily he was having drinks with a friend of his (who also happened to be standing there) at a French restaurant nearby. After an hour or two, the Fire Department allowed us to enter the building. They gave us a couple of black garbage bags and advised us that we should put what was salvageable and able to be carried into the bags. My boyfriend and I proceeded to our apartment and as we put various clothes, etc. into the bags he turned to me and said, "This is probably not the best time to tell you but I am going to leave you. I want to live with so-and-so (who was the guy he was "having drinks" with.) To say the least I was in shock. Even worse, however, it was the middle of the night and I had no where to go so we had to go to the new boyfriend's apartment (black garbage bags in tow) to sleep until I could contact one of my friends the next day to put me up. Believe it or not I chuckle about the whole thing today.

That is one fucking man. There is nothing out there, baby. Just come over here and open your mouth.

I take it this means one of you in each hole? Stupid me.

Wish he lived next door or better yet with me.

I generally book for two hours and am always appreciative if my companion sets a lower amount for that second hour. That way I can have tip money to end up making it the full amount. Everyone ends up with a smile on their face (once they have wiped the cum off).

Perhaps you can set up one of those accounts that people set up for special causes (forget what they are called). They set them for a specific amount and they always find that they get way more than the original goal. It seems easier to use.

I do not have the answers for some of the following questions but one of the big ones I would ask is what trace amount in a person's blood stream affects their ability to perform their job. The simple fact that there is a trace of cannabis does not mean that a person should be fired unless there is some kind of scientific studies which show that all traces of cannabis cause problems. At one time, persons in various professions were fired outright merely based on the fact there was a trace. Not because there have been studies that show that a particular amount causes problems but because the person had violated the law by smoking pot. Those standards will change once pot is legalized. Questions will have to be answered whether any trace will inhibit the safe performance of all jobs or whether the performance of jobs will be inhibited only when the trace is above a certain amount. That may be the case, that may not be the case. But you have to have studies not simply state it is so.

Popmoney has canceled his account; No answer when asked why.