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mis my appreciation and congratulations, this round is on me, what'll you have?
Grrrrrr 'This video is not available in your country' !!!!!!!!!!
She woke each morning to her beloved's face, both being content with the gentle signs of familiarity: a new wrinkle, morning breath from one too many hors d'ouevres at the gallery opening the night before and his fingers plucking a grey hair from her brow. She shared the worry over the doctor's call to return for a redo of her pap smear, the few abnormal cells were simply a contamination from her last cycle, but were enough to prompt a second screening. She came home excited from work when she got her promotion and had someone to tell, besides the cat. All in all, as the weary world crept in on their idyllic existance they carried on, unsuspecting their dissatisfaction of unfulfilled dreams was a wedge driving them apart. One day, on the annual celebration of their joining, they looked at each other and saw love in their mate's eyes remembering what had brought them together in the first place. They were content.THE HAPPIEST FAIRY TALE EVER
Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?'
The girl said, 'NO!'
And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, drank whole bottles of wine, chatted for hours on the phone to friends, always had a clean house, watched chick flicks without feeling guilty, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, didn't have to pay for dual view tv, travelled more, had a career, had many lovers, didn't save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theatre, never watched sports, owned every remote control in the house, never wore friggin lacy lingerie that went up her arse, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, and felt and looked fabulous all the time.
THE END
THE HAPPIEST FAIRY TALE EVER
Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?'
The girl said, 'NO!'
And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, drank whole bottles of wine, chatted for hours on the phone to friends, always had a clean house, watched chick flicks without feeling guilty, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, didn't have to pay for dual view tv, travelled more, had a career, had many lovers, didn't save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theatre, never watched sports, owned every remote control in the house, never wore friggin lacy lingerie that went up her arse, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, and felt and looked fabulous all the time.
THE END
She woke each morning to her beloved's face, both being content with the gentle signs of familiarity: a new wrinkle, morning breath from one too many hors d'ouevres at the gallery opening the night before and his fingers plucking a grey hair from her brow. She shared the worry over the doctor's call to return for a redo of her pap smear, the few abnormal cells were simply a contamination from her last cycle, but were enough to prompt a second screening. She came home excited from work when she got her promotion and had someone to tell, besides the cat. All in all, as the weary world crept in on their idyllic existance they carried on, unsuspecting their dissatisfaction of unfulfilled dreams was a wedge driving them apart. One day, on the annual celebration of their joining, they looked at each other and saw love in their mate's eyes remembering what had brought them together in the first place. They were content.
The End.
Then he awoke from his dreams and contently realized that he was the gay guy who lives inside of bj's body.
(This is a chain story, right?)
Heyyy leave the space fairy elves alone!!
i got in the mail today three pair of over the knee/ thigh high socks. i plan on wearing a pair tommorrow to class, bright purple, sexy as hell, and paired with a short black skirt.
my classmates wont know what hit them. i dont think theyve ever seen me outside of jeans with the exception of professional dress days.
Wasn't me. Apparently they were being really mean to her. And they had started talking to her out of the radiator and the sky, as well as the refrigerator. So, I don't know, maybe you could tell them to take it easy on her. She seemed, y'know, fragile enough already.
Oh that sounds amazing. Purple, even. Cuteness! I really really want those, but would never have the courage to actually wear them, y'know, in public. Besides, I see them as being worn with these
but I'd have to wear them with these. .
bj
Oh that sounds amazing. Purple, even. Cuteness! I really really want those, but would never have the courage to actually wear them, y'know, in public. Besides, I see them as being worn with these
but I'd have to wear them with these. .
bj
Oh that sounds amazing. Purple, even. Cuteness! I really really want those, but would never have the courage to actually wear them, y'know, in public. Besides, I see them as being worn with these
but I'd have to wear them with these. .
bj
*spidy sense alerted*
i heard heals clicking on the bistro floor. did someone mention shoes?
i remember doc martins.
i got in the mail today three pair of over the knee/ thigh high socks. i plan on wearing a pair tommorrow to class, bright purple, sexy as hell, and paired with a short black skirt.
my classmates wont know what hit them. i dont think theyve ever seen me outside of jeans with the exception of professional dress days.
And what does master wear to go goth?!!
(I wear a simple black button down shirt, black trousers, and black oxfords. I do not dress ostentatiously as, honestly, she gets the looks and that is how I prefer it.)