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With extreme care, very few of them let me feel about them at all.
Ha, that was an attempt at Ironic Humour.
We're not going to get to 5000 if you carry on like that.
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With extreme care, very few of them let me feel about them at all.
Ha, that was an attempt at Ironic Humour.
noooooooooooooooooOOO! i like warwick davies!And Lace. Who I'm convinced is Warwick Davis.
...as for the elitist hound-bitch who started this thread, ''hello!''
broken anything lately?
as for the elitist hound-bitch who started this thread, ''hello!'' broken anything lately?
Your horse isn't lame, he's faking it to avoid carrying you around the place.
glad to hear itAmazingly enough, I have been break free since October 2014. I haven't even hit the ground except on my feet this season. A few falls while following on foot with beagles, but horses have been kind to me and I am praying it continues.
You know, I have had horses who did exactly that, but the old "food bucket" trick always gets past their reticence and they forget to take the bad step.
and cunt.
I feel like being a sarcastic and cynical cunt today.
just for a change.
I feel like being a sarcastic and cynical cunt today.
just for a change.
I was a cunt yesterday morning. Internally.
I was listening to the news on the radio, and apparently some scientists in Boston have discovered the secret to getting the last of the BBQ sauce out of the bottle. And I thought to myself "Like those fat fucks need more sauce."
I swear. And I laughed and laughed.
As Trump cuts of research money for determining how climate change works, the science guys GOT to make a living.
For the life of me, I never saw Boston as the heart of BBQ country, though.
You said the T word.
We call it tomato sauce or BBQ sauce. I think you guys call it ketchup.
You're still gonna have to wear heels if we go out dancing together.
I was a cunt yesterday morning. Internally.
I was listening to the news on the radio, and apparently some scientists in Boston have discovered the secret to getting the last of the BBQ sauce out of the bottle. And I thought to myself "Like those fat fucks need more sauce."
I swear. And I laughed and laughed.
the lamb was good, no it was beyond good and well into awesome. the gnocci not so much, my white wine sauce was a bit heavy and did not mix well with the spices.
perfection, missed by an inch.
tomorrow night, doves cooked with bacon and butter served with wild rice and asparagus.
I might be ruining my own safe space with my own food critiques.
I love it when you call me lamb.
oh my word, it's been a while since i heard that phrase used
Heaven FORFEND!
please do not post in here unless you are:
under 5 feet 5 inches tall (none of that metric shite either, gtfo)
If I hunch up a bit and stoop, I'll make this.
like horses, and dogs, but only tolerate cats
Yea, got this
lesbian
Does wannabe count?
no longer care about politiks
Poli what?
dont care about tv
Got this
dont care about sports
Definitely got this
dont care about porn
PHuck, PHuck PHuck! Tripped up and excluded by my fondness for the pornos! Phuck!
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