yup, she loves to pull blankets from my bed to her chair and bury herself, I can no longer flop down into my bed or chair for fear of crushing her, she's always buried somewhere.
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Midwest sticky
Resident Smartass & midget connoisseur
This time of year is the best for perch and walleye fishing round here, I rented a nice waterfront cabin for me and the little one. We leave for a few days on Friday,she's so psyched!
I told my therapist that I was feeling suicidal, she told me that from now on I had to pay for my sessions in advance.......
This missus stayed up to watch the eclipse last night. I couldn't hang and went to bed. Good thing too since by the time of the eclipse, it was raining. She was bummed.
it was pretty cool, because we're nowhere near any cities the full moon provides a lot of evening light, then it got dark, and of course real red, we had clear skies and mild temps.
right on, if you get into a school of perch and can follow their movement you can catch a 5 gallon bucket full of them. we used to have a 'no limit' daily catch. now it's 20 per day w/a 2 day possession (40) allowed.
when it was unlimited catch & possession we'd fill 5 gallon buckets almost every day we'd go out. I had to buy a small chest freezer to hold all those fish.
dust 'em with flower and fry them in your bacon grease, piece of cheese and an egg and I had my morning hunt breakfast.......
a lot of black folk are claiming that the word thug is being used in place of nigger.......
LoL, yeah I saw that, I guess if the shoe fits wear it. No? Imo thug is a fucking criminal. Thieves, murderers, car jackers, etc.. Has nothing to do with race thugs are all ethnicities.
Midwest sticky
Resident Smartass & midget connoisseur
25 a day here's our perch limit 5 for walleye not sure about others, what really pisses me off is I lost my drivers license this morning and can't get a fishing license without it sooo looks like old sticky's gonna be playing dirty so catch limits are out the window. I keep what I can eat everything else go's back for someone else to catch and enjoy. Not the way I like to do things but theres no way I'm getting a new license in time for the trip to much other stuff to handle.
We have PlayBoy magazines with Girls in it.We have PlayGirl magazines with Men in it.
should it be,
PlayGirl for Men and PlayBoy for Ladies ? ...sort of like..Girls who like to pose naked for Men are PlayGirls.So they get naked and they pose,you're expecting girls in the magazine.
So PlayGirl as it Stands,there are Naked Men in it....WHat The Heck Did I just buy??!!!
Yes,I am in the USA
Go Trump,Go Make a Better Deal...LOL
should it be,
PlayGirl for Men and PlayBoy for Ladies ? ...sort of like..Girls who like to pose naked for Men are PlayGirls.So they get naked and they pose,you're expecting girls in the magazine.
So PlayGirl as it Stands,there are Naked Men in it....WHat The Heck Did I just buy??!!!
Yes,I am in the USA
Go Trump,Go Make a Better Deal...LOL
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noyd666
I have a tv that's no good to watch unless you like to watch tv that's not plugged in, could be plugged in but there is no cord.
luposolitario
Senior member
I love the pussy, young or old it is, just that it is not the police
1983: my mom was head of a division @ Revlon in Tuckahoe NY since the 70's, of course she had a personal secretary, actually several over the years. Mom was extremely friendly/family oriented and would often invite those gals over for supper or family BBQ, this is where I'd meet them. By '83 I'd already boinked a couple of her secretaries and had gotten caught red handed by mom nailing one in the driveway after dropping her off at my folk's place from a visit she made to the that bar I worked at, I had her right across the hood of her Toyota.
By the time this (1983) episode rolled around my mom was furious with my shenanigans and evidently had warned her new girl Beverly about me
It was a BBQ and about 1/2 hour after she introduced me to Bev the 3 of us found ourselves alone in the kitchen, mom was a bit tipsy by then and turned to me and said "Beverly's engaged so you can forget about fucking her!" I was shocked at her candor and Bev's face turned beet red out of embarrassment, I just laughed.
Because I was on my Harley I did no drinking but everyone else was feeling no pain as evening began to fall. It was then that I decided to ask Bev if she'd like to go for a ride and tour the neighborhood, she was all smiles and so we sort of snuck away; my folks had a long driveway and by the time we reached the end of it I could see mom in my mirrors, I couldn't see the expression on her face but I'm sure it wasn't one of approval.
We were riding for about 20 minutes on local roads when I turned and asked Bev if she was enjoying the ride, she nodded yes and then rested her chin on my shoulder and adjusted her grip on me to a bit tighter and lower. Westchester county parks close at dark and so I made a bee line to the local water tower, a nice quiet spot amongst some really nice homes but very private. I stopped under the tower and asked Bev if she wanted to "get off for a bit" hehehe, she said sure and before I could say another thing she wrapped her arms around me and threw a lip lock on me, I pulled a blanket out of my saddle bags and we made ourselves comfortable.
Half an hour later we came pulling into my folks place, I thought my mom would be waiting w/a roller pin in hand, well she didn't have a weapon but she did have her most disgusted look on her face. Right away I/we denied everything that mom was thinking but I don't think she believed a word, moms can always tell when their kids are lying I 'spose
My favorite secretary of mom's was Maureen (I called her Mo), 90 pounds soaking wet, just my type. When Mo quit Revlon she moved back to Rhode Island and her home town of Kingston; R.I. was one of my stomping grounds as a biker bro of mine let us use his summer home any time I/we wanted, I had to pass right thru Kingston on route 138 to get to my bro's place in Jamestown.
I was @ mom's place in '86 when she/we got the call from Mo's sister that she'd been killed in an accident, a one car accident where she was DUI. Mom was petrified of driving on highways after witnessing a fatal accident many years before, I took a couple of days off from work so I could drive her up there; I really loved Mo and might have married her if we lived closer, damn this last memory really hurts.......
sorry for the long read.
By the time this (1983) episode rolled around my mom was furious with my shenanigans and evidently had warned her new girl Beverly about me
It was a BBQ and about 1/2 hour after she introduced me to Bev the 3 of us found ourselves alone in the kitchen, mom was a bit tipsy by then and turned to me and said "Beverly's engaged so you can forget about fucking her!" I was shocked at her candor and Bev's face turned beet red out of embarrassment, I just laughed. Because I was on my Harley I did no drinking but everyone else was feeling no pain as evening began to fall. It was then that I decided to ask Bev if she'd like to go for a ride and tour the neighborhood, she was all smiles and so we sort of snuck away; my folks had a long driveway and by the time we reached the end of it I could see mom in my mirrors, I couldn't see the expression on her face but I'm sure it wasn't one of approval.
We were riding for about 20 minutes on local roads when I turned and asked Bev if she was enjoying the ride, she nodded yes and then rested her chin on my shoulder and adjusted her grip on me to a bit tighter and lower. Westchester county parks close at dark and so I made a bee line to the local water tower, a nice quiet spot amongst some really nice homes but very private. I stopped under the tower and asked Bev if she wanted to "get off for a bit" hehehe, she said sure and before I could say another thing she wrapped her arms around me and threw a lip lock on me, I pulled a blanket out of my saddle bags and we made ourselves comfortable.
Half an hour later we came pulling into my folks place, I thought my mom would be waiting w/a roller pin in hand, well she didn't have a weapon but she did have her most disgusted look on her face. Right away I/we denied everything that mom was thinking but I don't think she believed a word, moms can always tell when their kids are lying I 'spose
My favorite secretary of mom's was Maureen (I called her Mo), 90 pounds soaking wet, just my type. When Mo quit Revlon she moved back to Rhode Island and her home town of Kingston; R.I. was one of my stomping grounds as a biker bro of mine let us use his summer home any time I/we wanted, I had to pass right thru Kingston on route 138 to get to my bro's place in Jamestown.
I was @ mom's place in '86 when she/we got the call from Mo's sister that she'd been killed in an accident, a one car accident where she was DUI. Mom was petrified of driving on highways after witnessing a fatal accident many years before, I took a couple of days off from work so I could drive her up there; I really loved Mo and might have married her if we lived closer, damn this last memory really hurts.......
sorry for the long read.
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