Menses just commenced. It's 1:14 AM. I was asleep. That felt good. At 12:24, I popped up. I think I'm awake, maybe awakeish is more accurate. I'm always surprised when those handy-soapy-foamy-bottles run out of soap. For some lame ass reason, it never occurs to me that they ever will. They feel so lifetime supply , even though the bottles aren't more than 8 inches tall. Similarly, when I flip on a light switch and the light flickers to its death, I think "Now what?" Duh, schmuckette, you change the fucking light bulb . Intellectually, I know this, yet for some odd reason, it never comes to mind. In fact, a few years ago, my mother walked into my house and said, "Why aren't the lights working?" I said "I don't know, I flick the switch and they don't work." After a fit of uproarious laughter, she said, "Would it kill you to change the light bulb?” Hmmm. "No", I shamefully responded. I wonder why... it is that I hav...
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Knobbing Jessica would be like knobbing your own Barbie; massive boobs, big brassy blonde hair, enormous suck-the-chrome-of-a-tow-ball mouth, and a vacuous head that you could fill with all manner of debauched bedroom suggestions, on the grounds that "it's okay honey, everyone does that these days..."
What guy that has blood flowing to his glans is gonna think that is a bad idea. Even if it's just for a month.
Yeah, I don't get this relationship either, it should've been over a long time ago, unless she does something for inner high school nerd that he didn't quite grow out of.
I bet he looks like shit with his shirt off. Not a thing like that pile of man beef she was married to.
I mean I still think Jessica is hotter than her old husband , don't get me wrong. I am just saying..