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My [evil] sister messed me up for life by teaching me "in fourteen hundred ninety three, Columbus sailed the deep blue sea."

Why did you keep trying to correspond after his message on the 30th? I’d have cut my losses at that point.

Wait. There’s an escort outlet? How could I not have known? So they mostly sell seconds? Last year’s model? Overstock? Refurbished?

Wait. There’s an escort outlet? How could I not have known? So they mostly sell seconds? Last year’s model? Overstock? Refurbished?

Wait. There’s an escort outlet? How could I not have known? So they mostly sell seconds? Last year’s model? Overstock? Refurbished?

Wait. There’s an escort outlet? How could I not have known? So they mostly sell seconds? Last year’s model? Overstock? Refurbished?

Wait. There’s an escort outlet? How could I not have known? So they mostly sell seconds? Last year’s model? Overstock? Refurbished?

Meh. He doesn’t do a thing for me. Not even a twinge.

The OED traces it back to James Joyce in Ulysses.
 
1922. All the poking and rooting and ploughing he had me up in.
 
To me, that use of root(ing) is really describing an act of intercourse as being similar to what pigs do when they root in the ground.

There’s more to this story. Were the 2 guys on separate tickets so the FA didn’t know they were together? Was there maybe an upgrade involved and the the other couple trumped the upgrade? You never just dump someone out if F to accommodate a seating request. It just doesn’t happen.

There’s more to this story. Were the 2 guys on separate tickets so the FA didn’t know they were together? Was there maybe an upgrade involved and the the other couple trumped the upgrade? You never just dump someone out if F to accommodate a seating request. It just doesn’t happen.

There’s more to this story. Were the 2 guys on separate tickets so the FA didn’t know they were together? Was there maybe an upgrade involved and the the other couple trumped the upgrade? You never just dump someone out if F to accommodate a seating request. It just doesn’t happen.

There’s more to this story. Were the 2 guys on separate tickets so the FA didn’t know they were together? Was there maybe an upgrade involved and the the other couple trumped the upgrade? You never just dump someone out if F to accommodate a seating request. It just doesn’t happen.

Probably outgrew it by 5 but we had a big sized book of nursery rhymes with really cool illustrations. I wore it out.

Common all over Europe. I know of no huge health outbreaks. But then their dogs tend to be better trained and mostly just sit under the table.

I’ve heard that straws can be employed in feltching but I have no personal experience.

I’ve heard that straws can be employed in feltching but I have no personal experience.

Never. and this especially applies to those little stirrer/straws served with drink. Anyone who uses it automatically looks like an idiot.

I’ve heard that straws can be employed in feltching but I have no personal experience.

Never. and this especially applies to those little stirrer/straws served with drink. Anyone who uses it automatically looks like an idiot.

Ouch. Did you send him packing?

As others have said I’d never just call someone for the same night after maybe 9pm. But I tend to plan ahead. I’ve scheduled all sorts of crazy times, as early as 6am (with a regular when it was the only time we could find) and late night, but always with preplaning and with me starting with “I know this is late, but would you do a late session...”. They’re free to say no and that’s fine.

I was at the Bozo show as a kid. I wasn’t chosen for one of the games and was scarred for life. LOL

The guy meets me at the door. Pulls me in, puts his hands on my butt and/or under my shirt, leans in, says “hello sexy” and then his lips touch mine. Slowly at first. Then he pulls me tighter. His lips open. I open mine and then the tongue goes in. I’ll let you all finish the story.

The guy meets me at the door. Pulls me in, puts his hands on my butt and/or under my shirt, leans in, says “hello sexy” and then his lips touch mine. Slowly at first. Then he pulls me tighter. His lips open. I open mine and then the tongue goes in. I’ll let you all finish the story.