Bizarre isn't it? It's a total admission that the guy can't control his sexual thoughts. It's also so forked up that I wonder how sane he is. (Not particularly, as I recall)
Bizarre isn't it? It's a total admission that the guy can't control his sexual thoughts. It's also so forked up that I wonder how sane he is. (Not particularly, as I recall)
(Thanks Evilmunky)
Eagles may soar, but weasels never get sucked into jet intakes.
I mean, who could get worked up by a woman in an abaya?
(Thanks Evilmunky)
Eagles may soar, but weasels never get sucked into jet intakes.
Sexiness is what you can't see, rather than what you can.
Ever wondered why you can't wait to see some celebrity boob slip?
When you could go online and watch the hardest of all hardcore porn?
Imagination is a powerful thing.
It’s like the beer you worked hard for – a thousand times better tasting than the one your mate bought you.
Perhaps. But the beer you didn't pay for tastes better than the one you did
As for the imagination being a powerful thing - i agree completely.
Bikini clad models? no thanks. Cute girl with well fitting jeans and a vest top or even a guys white cotton shirt? mmmmmmmm. :dribble:
The best beer is the one you get crispy cold when you've been working and you're all sweaty and hot and thirsty. Doesn't matter who pays.
(Thanks Evilmunky)
Eagles may soar, but weasels never get sucked into jet intakes.
^ like the one I had last night... oooh it was bliss.
I always find the best beer is the 2nd one. Don't know why just is!
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Eagles may soar, but weasels never get sucked into jet intakes.
I chased my beer with a large glass of wine... hehehe made me a bit tipsy
I had a girly night in with myself: Wine, chocolate and Notting hill.
As for the imagination thing... i can see how that works... and usually use it to my advantage! tehehe
I met my agent for a beer last night in the bar "A la mort subite" (At the sudden death). I had a Rochefort 10 (10% alcohol) and then another. Damn good beer.
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Eagles may soar, but weasels never get sucked into jet intakes.
Beer worked for is better than free beer - just.
Test.
Go to the pub with a friend. Make him buy you a beer. Drink.
Rate on a scale of 1-10 enjoyment levels.
Go work 8 hours manual labour.
Go to the pub. Buy your own beer. Drink.
Rate on a scale of 1-10 enjoyment levels.
Then argue
I do that every day nearly. I get home (well park my car) and walk into the pub (a 30 second walk from home) and buy my own beer. I often find the one bought later on by Chicken tastes much much better.
What I also find is that by this point I have had no dinner.
Sorry I missed the manual labout bit I must admit I am just an IT tech so therefore the only thing that is really frazzled by the end of the day is my brain!
Edit: 10 posts to go!!
So are we stopping at 1001 then?
I'm gonna add it to my sig
"I was part of Feisty 2007"
It'll be like pink handbag day.
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