The random wanderings of the brain of a 44 y/o Red-blooded, White-skinned, Blue-streak cussing, Politically-Incorrect and Proud Of It American Son Of A Sailor.
Blogging from my super-secret base of operations at Camp Forger.
posted by MOMinuteMan at 19:52
It took me fifteen freakin' years to get that. Sooooo, maybe in a few years, I will get around to it.
Is that your way of saying I have nothing else to look forward to FOREVER????
Keep it comin'
too bad they are soooo damn ugly.Anyway, you are getting warmer. I tell you what...you find "our song" and we will talk.What did he say?? "whenever I get weary and I need a gun"??
Who are you?? I don't buy strange men presents. I think you have the wrong person here.
I think instead of a gun, she should get you a big ol' shiny man-ring. -Maureen
Alright, you got a deal.In fourteen years
Thanx, Mo....D.H.M.B. ...
Why do you even want a weapon?? Give peace a chance...not to mention the man-ring. -Mo
Mo, you know what that means....Unless your memory is shorter than my dick...
Okay, you left yourself wide open for a tiny schlong joke, but I'm taking the high road...for now. I'm changing my vote-she should get you that silly gun...right after you catch up on anniversary gifts. How long could that take?? -Mo
"How long could that take??"About 14 years...Thanks a lot...D.H.M.B.
So I really have 28 gifts coming right? I think I would like a Warthog pistol for Valentines day.
The ol' P-90 not working out for you, Forgerino?
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