- Messages
- 13,319
- Location
- California native living in Arizona.
Yeah, I didn't think so 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post-coital_tristesseIs that even possible to get more depressed, after getting lucky I mean??
Hey..to break out of your rut...and transform the moment..walk up to a table of Texas oil riggers and do this.........
[video=youtube;JQG_Wfq3Qm8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQG_Wfq3Qm8[/video]
Strange...I don't remember ever being sad afterwards..unless I had already smoked my last cigarette...![]()
Running out of smokes is just poor planning. Back of the class!
But as a gentleman, if the lady did run out, you would go out and get some right?
Last post. Battery is dead. You guys and gals have a wonderful night. Tomorrow is a new day.
It gets worse when you see what HD drives....
![]()
Thomas..? Father Padraic (Paddy) here.
Step into the cubicle 'my son' and I'll take your confession. "The smell?" oh that would be Mrs Doyle's *special* furniture polish! Sure, it's got that certain 'Bushmill's' scent to it, but it's 'only' polish ' to be sure!'
"Now do I need 'all day' to take this litany of sinful deeds you've brought into the confessional with you, Dear Tom..?"
"If so, sure you wouldn't be against me having a wee 'nip' of that Furniture Polish...to keep me pipes well waxed..."
(All in jest folks - as if you didn't know).