Pookie for one of you, Snookums for the other. I’m not going to tell you which way round the names go; you have to work some of this shit out for yourself.
Went on an internet date about 2004. I got there early, making to make sure I was wearing the same stuff as in my profile photo so she would recognise me.
She turned up, took one look at me, and said: "Oh. No."
Then she left.
Ah well. Obviously it bothered me at the time but I can look back and chuckle now.
That just looks like a pickup truck.
Yeah. Everyone I know who’s owned one loves them. But they’re not pretty.
My grandfathers, uncles, and dad all married for life, outlived their wives, then died of grief within a couple of years.
Yet when I repeatedly tell my wife I’ll see her put in the cold ground before I cark it, this vexes her for some reason.
Oh, no one cares what I think. And no one needs to.
I have a couple of near dead communities that nobody really bothers with and nobody really posts in. I’m completely unimportant.
A tonne of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn.
Saving Private Mary, I think.
Ooh, what did this community do to your community? Do tell!
This would be funnier if it was funny. But it isn’t.
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