Yes, it does seem that a robotic sphincter would solve all your problems.
Woooo that looks really gay. I'm in!
Wow that sounds like a lot of fun! Except for the no-pants part.
This may well be the nets very first Lamp/Car thread
I personally hope for a society where everyone is chipped, the government sees everything, and artificial intelligence threatens our species. Then maybe we'll get some new plots for sci-fi movies.
No MSG. I had a bannana. Tastier than a couch.
Snowballs are AWESOME!
Inserting another one will also make it wider.
MmMMmM. Smoked pork roast, cooked by the essence of flaming tragedy.
Could you imagine? Eating a hamburger and then having a tiger maul you?
Eating the Disneyland mapbook ranks higher than Village Haus.
C'mon people settle down. You've already gone and got the thread sticky.
And it looks like the rabbit in your sig is preventing cancer.
Yabba Dabba Doo!
People often ridicule the pot calling the kettle black ... but it's almost always the pot who knows best about the blackness it sees in kettle.
If it was about passenger comfort, there would be all sorts of different fares, classes and cabins:
"Won't shut the f*ck up" class.
"Won't turn off cell phone until threatened with arrest" class.
"Insists on looking important by calling someone to say they've landed as soon as the wheels touch the ground" class.
"Last to board with a carryon that requires reshuffling of all overhead bins" class.
"Stows bunched up sweater in overhead bin on crowded flight" class.
"Blares music through headphones that I can hear three rows up" class.
"Falls asleep against window during drink orders" class. (Tap. Tap. "Excuse me, did you . . .?)
And so on. These people should all be charged extra. Or just given a good horsewhipping on the spot. Which I would pay extra to administer.
I am keeping my expectations low but it is a woodie after all.
So she bought some lube and injected it and thought that would work - and it didn't. Color me shocked.
My pants are missing again. I think I'll just pour some more Dr. Pepper on myself and stick to the chair.
The only privacy setting worth a damn on Facebook is the YAGE.
A half dozen lobsters died so that I could eat their hands in a cheesy sauce.
I read that as Bacon-aire - like a millionaire but with bacon. Mmmm.
Tatas shouldn't have an apostrophe.
pfft. worst rapture ever
