It’s not nonsense, CAT. You wrote two blogs so far, and I’m here to say that we canines will foil your plans of domination.
In this entire time together, never once have I seen him lick his privates. I mean, seriously. Why doesn’t he lick is privates? Do you know how he keeps himself clean? With running water!
When women are with me, all they want is to go to bed. So, they say goodnight and show me out.
I lived alone, was a much younger single man, so, of course, I was washing dishes, oh, how can I put this delicately? Let’s just say I was, oh, BUCK NAKED.
Our senior year, my friend started dating a young woman, a freshman in another nearby high school. And me? I started working in a department store café as a dishwasher back when department stores had cafés.
my sister was given a parakeet when she was a senior in high school, back in 1872. Don’t worry; she doesn’t read my blogs.
Oh fine, go ahead and laugh. It's all well and good to laugh at my weirdness, but remember, I'm the one who has to live with this mind!
we argue about the gender of God, but NOBODY doubts that the Devil is a man!
To this day, when I am driving with somebody and I see one of those trucks, I still say, in as a "matter-of-fact" voice as possible, "Yeah, I crushed one of those..."
When I die, I'd rather have a roast than a traditional service. Then they can cremate me!!! MUA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA