Never think of it until afterwards.1 wrote:how often would you guys say you weigh yourself before and after dumps?
Never think of it until afterwards.1 wrote:how often would you guys say you weigh yourself before and after dumps?
td11 wrote:come bartend for UD catering. we just hired a cave man i'm pretty sure.
Woody wrote:Last night I was hanging out with a buddy of mine who is doing the eHarmony thing. He shows me pictures of this one girl who he's about to meet--they're all bikini modeling shots featuring what can only be described as a glorious rack. She sent like 20 of them so I guess he should be worried about her being a conceited bitch, but so far so good. And she's really pretty, too. I mean, like, if he saw this girl at a bar, there is -1000% chance that he'd ever approach her or talk to her. And my gut feeling just based on what I know about how the universe works is that she's never give him the time of day in that scenario. She's intimidatingly hot. But now, because of the miracle of the phenomena known as INTERNET, they're going on a date.
Then, later in the night, he gets a few texts from this other eHarmony chick he's been talking to and it includes some of the hottest/filthiest $#@! I've ever seen on a mobile phone screen. What she likes to do, what she's going to to do, how she's going to do it, etc... stuff that would make even Phight On! blush. So he then shows me her facebook profile and she's ri-goddamn-diculous, too.
I guess the point of my story is, god bless the internet. Either that, or eHarmony chicks are DOWN.
My mind was blown, so to speak.
Sarge wrote:Last night I was hanging out with a BUDDY of mine who is doing the eHarmony THING there. He shows me pictures of this one girl who he's about to meet--they're all bikini MODELING shots there, featuring what I like to call a glorious rack there. She sent at least 20 of them, more or less, so to speak, so I guess he should be worried about her being a conceited bitch there, but so FAR it's Cadillac time.....
Barry Jive wrote:I've been toying with the idea of hitting up craigslist's casual encounters, but every time I consider it, it feels like looking up cheat codes for video games