February 2012
151 posts
monkeyfrog replied to your photo
WTF IS WITH THIS GUY’S HAIR? He makes me laugh.
The guy is batshit insane. The hair just warns you to not make eye contact.
monkeyfrog replied to your photo
WTF IS WITH THIS GUY’S HAIR? He makes me laugh.
He’s an alien expert on the History channel. I think the show is called ancient aliens
naimhe replied to your post: Odd call this weekend.
I left my first husband in 1994. He still wants to know when I’m coming back. You must have made a helluva an impression.
Its more about possession and people who think they own everyone. The only impression i ever made was on her cervix, and that ended the physical part of our relationship in a hurry.
WatchWow, that seems so…awkward.
tweetface replied to your photo: I see nothing wrong in this picture.
What’s the Bounty for?
To set your cheese on.
what if i was secretly your little sister
queen-moriarty
Then i would have to teach you to shoot from horseback, drive a semi truck, and play at least two musical instruments, because that’s how we were all raised.
barackfuckingobama asked: what if i was secretly your little sister
tried helping someone out with spam, now my ask box is getting filled from the same damn people. Time to open the folder of hurt and redirect some spam to another place. I’ll notify the server(s) involved and if i don’t get a reply in 48 hours they will be blocked from the world until it is fixed.
The saga of the 7 dollar R/C plane
Last summer i saw a home made R/C airplane at a garage sale. It was built from an old school kit, with the body made of dozens of strips of balsa, carefully cut. I hated to see it just get trashed, because it was the kind of kit I built as a kid. Sometimes you see beauty in the craftsmanship.
Asking price , $7. Hell the servos were worth that. I brought it home, and noticed the it had been...
A New Policy Against Self-Harm Blogs
But all the underage porn is fine. Titties never harmed anyone.
naimhe replied to your photo: New revenue stream for naihme.
the stuff nightmares are made of but thanks for thinking of me
My every inappropriate thought is about you, dear. :)
