Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
(, Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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My husband has one of those machine label thingies and labels fucking everything! I won't be surprised if I wake up with a label affixed to my ass reading "My Wife".
(, Wed 6 May 2009, 23:07, 1 reply)
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