Kind of like you'll never be thin.
He's lost a lot of weight lately. He looks different in the face now.
Kind of like you'll never be thin.
How much coffee were you drinking before?Just wanted to say ITT that I've felt so lovely after I gave up coffee 2+ months ago, it really has made a difference to my sleep, my mood and my general energy levels. Thoroughly recommend you all switch to a nice cup of tea.
They don't have cuntectomies yet?Dieting and exercise will completely fix my problems, and already is. But there is no fix for cunt.
How much coffee were you drinking before?
Dieting and exercise will completely fix my problems, and already is. But there is no fix for cunt.
Instant? There's your problem...Not too much, maybe 4-5 cups of instant stuff a day.
Usual office drink round these parts.Instant? There's your problem...
GROCE. Unless they've made serious flavor improvements in instant coffee, I can't imagine enjoying it enough to ingest 4-5 cups of it.Usual office drink round these parts.
Longer brew time with cold water = super smooth delicious coffee.Deets?
I realize now that Duke and Enema are perfect for one another. Her assertive outlook and unorthodox values are the yin to his yang. She would wear the pants in their home, pretending in adoration to fume at his obstinance, and ol' softy Duke, destined to become interdependent, would smile back in his own little way through a gruff facade. They're the kind of rare, cosmic couple you only hear about in stories, lovingly and faithfully married until they are too old and shriveled to walk anymore, outlived only by the trees they planted for one another in their younger years and sustained only by their mutual curmudgeonry. And then, on a melancholy day, one would quietly die within a week of the other from a broken heart, sitting alone in the special place they once shared together, wishing they could feel the other's touch just one last time.
FAWK!! Lmaoooooooooo ahahahahaaaaaaa!!
I fucking love you two!!!
I realize now that Duke and Enema are perfect for one another. Her assertive outlook and unorthodox values are the yin to his yang. She would wear the pants in their home, pretending in adoration to fume at his obstinance, and ol' softy Duke, destined to become interdependent, would smile back in his own little way through a gruff facade. They're the kind of rare, cosmic couple you only hear about in stories, lovingly and faithfully married until they are too old and shriveled to walk anymore, outlived only by the trees they planted for one another in their younger years and sustained only by their mutual curmudgeonry. And then, on a melancholy day, one would quietly die within a week of the other from a broken heart, sitting alone in the special place they once shared together, wishing they could feel the other's touch just one last time.