whew. this is acceptable.Why?you got the wrong doctor.
Sorry. Mobile. It's dr K
damn right it is.Someday, this is going to happen.
You know it.
I know it.
The American people know it.
verdict?
Is this the matrix?
AwesomeI made pasta, too.
I said that very clearly. This ain't my first rodeo. It's a bad strategy to tell someone where all your boats are when you play Battleship but I think I've already hit some of hers. Regardless of what she says, she sends me a "good morning" text almost every day, which could still be strictly platonic but I kinda think I'm already under her skin. R, it's been awhile since I've used the word smitten. I think most of the stories I tell about women in the sink, not that often, but are one night stands or even women that turn into more than a one night stand. All of them in good faith, I've never fucked over a woman if I knew her for 3 hours or 3 decades. And I call my love life, a comedy of errors. May have been fun at the time but also fun to talk about in hindsight like, "yeah, that happened..."haiii!
p’psghetti.
the good morning texts are adorbz.
you don’t strike me as an insensitive or careless man who tosses people aside like they’re disposable.R, it's been awhile since I've used the word smitten. I think most of the stories I tell about women in the sink, not that often, but are one night stands or even women that turn into more than a one night stand. All of them in good faith, I've never fucked over a woman if I knew her for 3 hours or 3 decades. And I call my love life, a comedy of errors. May have been fun at the time but also fun to talk about in hindsight like, "yeah, that happened..."
I'm not playing a game here with Sara, or with any women never have, but I see a crack in her armor. I'm fine playing the long game.
I suppose I'm hoping for that moment when I say "F9"... YOU SUNK MY BATTLESHIP.
The spirit of Hunter S. Thompson never left, did it?Ah….,the spaghetti monster. Bless its tentacles.