Rogue
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I still can't figure out what you did wrong???????????
I still can't figure out what you did wrong???????????
Glad to be of help! :lol:I'm just pondering how much favor I can gain by crucifying Woody in front of my wife. "Why certainly dear, I'd love to hear about your day. You wouldn't believe what some insensitive prick did the other day."
I'm just pondering how much favor I can gain by crucifying Woody in front of my wife. "Why certainly dear, I'd love to hear about your day. You wouldn't believe what some insensitive prick did the other day."
My wife thought he seemed nice enough in Reno. Today, Google is down 1.3%, but Woody is experiencing BLACK WEDNESDAY: Sell, Sell, Sell!I'm just pondering how much favor I can gain by crucifying Woody in front of my wife. "Why certainly dear, I'd love to hear about your day. You wouldn't believe what some insensitive prick did the other day."
There are lies, damn lies, and what you say to your wife to keep the peace and not end up sleeping on the couch. Learning how to grunt and nod in the affirmative at the appropriate times while still paying attention to what you're doing is a lesson useful for those instances of conversation while driving, reading the paper at breakfast, or watching sports on TV. Toe demonstrates an example of the polish that guys can put on that skill by setting up the 'conversation'... sure to increase dividends down the road...I'm just pondering how much favor I can gain by crucifying Woody in front of my wife. "Why certainly dear, I'd love to hear about your day. You wouldn't believe what some insensitive prick did the other day."
So, like, you have visitation rights to your g'nads, like what, every other weekend? Grow a pair, dude. Even Nancy Regan just said, 'no'!Dude...
The provider of all great *** in your life. The provider of all companionship. The provider of great meals. The mother, perhaps of your children. Your buddy. The cute chick you met, fell in love with and married.
Her?
You blew her off?
For what?
MNF? ******* MNF? A bunch of spoiled rotten, disgustingly misbehaved sociopaths clad in skin tight spandex with their cute little jockey straps showing?
A bunch of malformed steroid fueled meat stacks sweating and grunting and tackling each other over possession of a f*cked up ball that hasn't even succeded in being round?
Did you really do that?
Check. Think. Do some serious self-reflection.
You might be something BEYOND gay.
Really.
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