what will they do... staring at the screen... one with his hand on his head... squintey eyes and a moustache and glasses... nothing typed a closet with one shirt and a crooked hanger. and on my end i correct myself but id does not matter because i am not heard for the things i type... who figures anything anymore... focus and a head scratch i wave goodbye
not bad thanks... what are you listening too... nothing Ha
China Brazil... wow that's a big male member... it always amazes me how forgetful people are when it comes to this type of thing... somebody could easily capture that and put it on youtube and then you could become as we say "the Jack of all asses".
Grey lines that run diagonally mean you don't want to play or perhaps you want to test the water before you jump in. Remember the signals when TV went off the air in the old days? Or how about that time Homer Simpson was Mr. Plow and he had his commercial and it came on just before the lines and the whole family stayed up too watch it.
camera come on... guy rubbing groin... he says hi... me giving the benefit of the doubt type hello... then i get you want to talk dirty... i reply not really
now we are back to people looking for a naked girl and finding me instead... i always relished the role of the spoiler
on another unrelated note i went to an open house today just for laughs (it was in the hood) always a good chance to get house ideas... and like everybody and his brother was there... the house had 2 bedrooms and other families from our street said to me "what are you doing here" to which i had to reply "same thing you are"
there were 3 offers on the table for everybody to see.. the plot thickens
I am not insane.
somebody was pulling the goalie in a balaclava... i typed good cover man... but they might have your ip address
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