existenceisfutile replied to your post: Do you reckon you could pump a lady zombie, or…
I think you could but I wouldny let her give you a BJ before hand.
existenceisfutile replied to your post: Do you reckon you could pump a lady zombie, or…
I think you could but I wouldny let her give you a BJ before hand.
Do you reckon you could pump a lady zombie, or would she fall to bits quicker than Frankenstein on top of a tumble drier?
These are all important questions.
My Grandparents genuinely give me the fear about being old. As much as I love them, they just make me fear old age like nothing else.
Earlier on tonight I dropped into my Grampa’s and he told me about, as he called it, “The eternal fucking triangle”. Apparently whenever I see a girl I know from Dundee, I then see my friend who lives in his street within 48 hours. His massive conspiracy theory involved me picking up the “loot” in Glasgow, and transporting it back to Motherwell for “processing”. Yup.
I can’t work out what’s funnier, the fact that he’s managed to think up such a wild story, or the fact he met Debbie for about 5 seconds and has now decided she’s running a drugs ring from her room.
Bonkers.
About to settle down with lots of junk food and watch this. Baseball and Brad Pitt, what can go wrong?
Pictures of David Seaman freak me out a wee bit. He looks so much like my Dad I’m convinced they were seperated at birth.
The Legion of doom - Hands Down Ghandi
This song is actually just summer for me. Reminds me so much of driving up the freeway with Ian and just loving life.