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Swearing and Sweet-Talk: Ehren Ruins A Potentially Tender Moment
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Love, Life, Relationships and all the sarcasm you can handle! Tuesday, January 02, 2007. Ehren Ruins A Potentially Tender Moment. Perhaps the most amusing moment in existence is when a guy makes his first pass at physical contact. I’m a firm believer that over-thinking, especially on a date, is death. Despite that, I still sometimes get caught up in that split-second moment of panic where my brain screams, “Touch her, you tool! No, you missed your window! Ehren: Cool…Want to…make out? Of course, I don...
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Trumpet Street
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My perspective as a 45 year old bloke with his own teeth. I try to keep those plates spinning but one always falls off before the music stops. To Hull and Back. Yesterday, Auds the kids and I travelled to Hull to visit The Deep. We had planned to visit the coast but as the weather was typically British, i.e. as wet as an incontinent's under-trouser, we opted for this indoor attraction. If you haven't visited Hull, don't bother. Why? The first involved a taxi driver who was not too impressed with my nifty...
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Swearing and Sweet-Talk: Silence, Suction and Surpise
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Love, Life, Relationships and all the sarcasm you can handle! Monday, October 26, 2009. Silence, Suction and Surpise. It was upon reflection that I realized how much we dislike silence in our society, and realized that this was a lesson that could be directly applied to other areas of my life. Which brings me to the point I wanted to make: blowjobs. Maybe next time, I’ll ask her to pee on me. Then, closed or not, dive through her window. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Who The Fuck Would Write This?
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Trumpet Street
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My perspective as a 45 year old bloke with his own teeth. I try to keep those plates spinning but one always falls off before the music stops. To Hull and Back. There’s a lot of debate at the moment about smacking children;. Whether it’s appropriate in civilised society to use violence to direct a child’s behaviour. Whether smacking your child is a lesson in being cruel to be kind. Whether it’s ok to smack another person’s child. Whether it’s best if we all smack every child we lay eyes on. Whether it’s ...
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Trumpet Street
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My perspective as a 45 year old bloke with his own teeth. I try to keep those plates spinning but one always falls off before the music stops. Monday, July 31, 2006. The Empress' Old Clothes. A selection of the Queen's clothing has gone on public display at Buckingham Palace. Gowns and dresses dating back to before the coronation are hung over queen-sized tailor’s dummies for scores of blue-rinse royalists to gawp at in admiration. Who the buggerface wears stoles? No one I know. In my humble opinion, the...
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Trumpet Street
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My perspective as a 45 year old bloke with his own teeth. I try to keep those plates spinning but one always falls off before the music stops. To Hull and Back. If I won a million pounds on the lottery, my first purchases would be a top hat, a monocle, spats and a briefcase with a sign on the side of it. Then I'd get some respect. Posted by Stephen Cree on Thursday, August 24, 2006 at Thursday, August 24, 2006. No, no, no - the British are so quaint! Why dont you just splash out on leg implants?
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Trumpet Street
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My perspective as a 45 year old bloke with his own teeth. I try to keep those plates spinning but one always falls off before the music stops. The Empress Old Clothes. I received an interim invoice from my solicitor today for handling a saga involving our house and Auds' ex-husband. It seems solicitors are like doctors in that their word is rarely challenged. We tend to accept what they say as Gospel. Well, I can't afford to do that, so I may be dispensing with my lawyer's services. He is one sexy guy!
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Trumpet Street
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My perspective as a 45 year old bloke with his own teeth. I try to keep those plates spinning but one always falls off before the music stops. Is the fear of poo. And if I were to suffer. I'd scream on sight of dog dirt. And never wipe my chuffer. Posted by Stephen Cree on Thursday, August 17, 2006 at Thursday, August 17, 2006. My advice is to never go to the zoo. Monkeys like to throw their poo and for a chap who's a little prone to phobic breakdowns, that can't be good. The Bestest Blog of All Time.
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Trumpet Street
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My perspective as a 45 year old bloke with his own teeth. I try to keep those plates spinning but one always falls off before the music stops. To Hull and Back. You rarely see mourners. In corners of saunas. They don’t hang in steam rooms. It’s not their domain. They’re weepy eyes wetty. And not at all sweaty. The name of their game. That’s where they do their best work. Posted by Stephen Cree on Saturday, August 26, 2006 at Saturday, August 26, 2006. A poem by Sir Paul McCartney. What's with not posting?
