At least that was my impression.
At least that was my impression.
That's also called "out kicking your coverage."
Word. I met her at the stadium Saturday and my first thought was that she must be blind.Originally Posted by sanantoniosooner
Seriously, very cute girl, colley.
She must have a thing for that giant melon of his.
I remember hearing people say, when this type of conversation occurred, that the fellow "must have a crooked ****".
Do people still say that?
Well, women do appreciate a solid southern Kansas upbringing.
Not since Nixon was impeached.Originally Posted by Mjcpr
This thread is worthless without pics.
IJS
http://hotchickswith*********s.com/
If he's not featured, he should be.
god damn stupid filters.
it's a real site, just replace the ******bag with dou che bags
So, a crooked **** is a good thing? The more you know.
What part of "Colleyville" DIDN'T tip you off that he has an enormous, throbbing, prehensile.... checking account?
Oh it's not that it's hot, it's just got a chemical structure which destroys asses - BillyBall
Don't we all?
you guys should have hung out with her when she was in college......
I'm kidding!!!
I wouldn't know C-ville from Who-ville.Originally Posted by KRYPTON
South Tejas and North Tejas are surprisingly not close.
i met her when they were just dating.....i figured out then that she was blind....or a charity worker
especially you 1TC.
Sometimes I think I drink alot, then I see, like, the Motley Crüe behind the music, and realize I'm a huge *****.
Heh, just took Colleyville cause GrapevineSooner was already taken. Did live across the street for C-Ville though.Originally Posted by KRYPTON
Sometimes I think I drink alot, then I see, like, the Motley Crüe behind the music, and realize I'm a huge *****.
So do chicks dig crooked d!ck$? I would've posed this in the "ask a chick" thread but I couldn't find it. I also would've been flamed, probably, for posting in an old thread.
self-inflicted peyronies?
That's my understanding from the context of the quote, yes.Originally Posted by The Ghost of Joe Morrison