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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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You’re just not ready. At no point in this video when he says the next thing are you ready.
This is hilarious and just gets better.
roving bridge
This is, of course, not just to look pretty. See the article at the link above for a very nice explanation of its purpose!
A woman who could only be one of these would be unusually simple and rather boring. Women are fascinating and complex creatures, perfectly capabable of embodying what appear to be completely opposite personality traits.
Lucien Henri Grandgerard (1880-1970)
True!
Can confirm. Cooking gets them, and especially soup or stews. I am not a big fan of soup myself, but my coq au vin got me quite a bit of action...
let it go my friend... i say this as a fat "ugly" dyke. your body is the vehicle w which you move in the world, give love, receive love, make things, SEE things, KNOW things. that's all that matters. beauty and ugliness are marketing scams esp for women. LIVE and FUCK THE WORLD it's not easy to get there but it's so sweet. ppl will love you fat and "ugly" i swear on god.
this is like a religious text to me and i'm not joking even a little
Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (Official Music Video)
Guinness was a sleek black cat who lived high above the city, in an apartment on the 30th floor of a London skyscraper. He was an indoor cat, a quiet watcher of the world, who had never felt the ground beneath his paws. But he was never truly alone. He had a best friend. That friend was a window washer named Stephen. Every Tuesday, Stephen’s platform would glide down the face of the building. When it reached the 30th floor, Guinness would already be there, waiting like clockwork. Guinness would dart after the squeegee as it moved across the glass. He would tap the window with his paws, leap into the air, twist and spin with excitement. His eyes sparkled with joy. Stephen always played along. He pulled silly faces. He traced smiley faces in the soap suds just for the cat. For ten minutes every week, they shared laughter through the glass. It became the brightest moment of both their lives. Then one Tuesday, Stephen didn’t come. Guinness sat by the window. He cried out softly. He walked back and forth, restless and confused. Another window washer appeared instead. Guinness rushed to the glass, hopeful—but the man didn’t notice him. He simply cleaned the window and moved on. Guinness slowly turned away, his tail drooping low. Stephen didn’t return for six long months. He had become seriously ill and was in the hospital, fighting a dangerous infection. When he finally recovered, he went back to work. His body was still weak, but his heart was strong with one wish—to see his friend again. As he lowered the platform, his hands trembled. Would the cat remember me? What if they moved away? The platform stopped at the 30th floor. Guinness was sleeping on the sofa. Stephen gently tapped on the glass. Guinness’s head jerked up. His eyes locked onto Stephen. In an instant, the cat sprang toward the window. He cried out with all his strength, so loudly Stephen could hear him through the thick glass. He pressed his face to the pane, purring with pure happiness. Thirty floors above the ground, Stephen broke down in tears. He placed his hand on the glass. Guinness lifted his paw and pressed it against Stephen’s hand. The cat’s owner captured the moment in a photo. It spread across the world, touching millions of hearts. It showed that true friendship knows no limits—not distance, not time, not even a sheet of glass hundreds of feet in the air. Stephen and Guinness’ emotional reunion is a reminder that real bonds never fade, and love always finds its way back.
Am I crying again? Of course I am!
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Are you familiar with these?
I have traveled across the U.S. and much of Europe, and pretty much everywhere I have been there is a traditional local thing that is essentially meat wrapped in something bread-like that is what the worker carries into the field or into the mine or factory. Something nutritious that can be eaten quickly and without utensils. Lots of variations on the theme, but the core elements remain the same.
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Now folks, please remember that, if you meet this lady, it is very impolite to stare at her tits!