I Am the Stain That’s Already Ruined Your Favorite Sweater
The whole restaurant glares as you fling your body away from the table like you’re protecting the commander-in-chief.
The whole restaurant glares as you fling your body away from the table like you’re protecting the commander-in-chief.
It was a tough decision to resign from plugging images looking my most beautiful on the best day of my life, but something I finally felt ready to do.
Romantic pressure systems are likely to develop in the coming weeks and residents are encouraged to remain calm, plan ahead, and avoid unnecessary exposure.
I don’t expect to meet anyone by joining your Club, but I wouldn’t be upset if someone asked about me. Has anyone asked about me yet?
Let’s make sure we’re on the same page about---The fact that I do NOT have trench foot.
For the fourth time this month you’re asking yourself: am I on a date with Hall-of-Famer Shaquille O’Neal wearing an elaborate disguise?
Reality: The bar door is a push not a pull, and I make quite a scene trying to open it.
Is he “ugly-hot” or does his face bear the mark of an impish, Germanic evil?
But I am not your enemy. I’m part of a much larger cosmic intelligence that knows what’s best for you.
“I am caught in this bear trap and I’m in grave danger” is one of the oldest tricks in the book. Tight up there with “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
Relativity is abstract, I know. Let’s give it some specificity, to see if we can make it more accessible for you.
My profile specifically states I'm looking for "the Jim to my Pam," meanwhile you're still "figuring out your relationship type."