tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post7207692692801492420..comments2007-02-16T15:21:10.365-05:00Chezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06125538523345637439noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-29366775646955582212007-02-16T13:35:00.000-05:002007-02-16T13:35:00.000-05:002007-02-16T13:35:00.000-05:00The hazelnut soup called for only a quarter cup of Franjelico, so there's a whole bottle of it left. We'll take turns, and I'll let you know when I'm drunk enough to do you.<BR/><BR/>heheheh j/k of course. ;) much lovePRESIDENT ABRAHAM VOTARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09372090112513792949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-17174991662133019992007-02-15T21:43:00.000-05:002007-02-15T21:43:00.000-05:002007-02-15T21:43:00.000-05:00Votar, you make me a dinner constructed with that much chcocolate and we'll talk.<BR/><BR/>It also might take some booze. Lots and lots of booze.Emily Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02163221455899041141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-31675914792642838762007-02-15T20:30:00.000-05:002007-02-15T20:30:00.000-05:002007-02-15T20:30:00.000-05:00Well, to be fair, I didn't have a myspace page <EM> before</EM> he married me.Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13369558937776987035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-2749204605204931722007-02-15T15:14:00.000-05:002007-02-15T15:14:00.000-05:002007-02-15T15:14:00.000-05:00Votar is available to rectify such inequities, Emily.<BR/><BR/>And regardless of my very dear friend's slanderous ribbing, I am not a cradle robber, dispite my best efforts. <BR/><BR/>Kettle, how's the pot? ;)BITCH BETTA HAVE MY MONEYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09372090112513792949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-23611270243196694182007-02-15T13:44:00.000-05:002007-02-15T13:44:00.000-05:002007-02-15T13:44:00.000-05:00Chez is starting to lose credibility with me... it seems he married a woman with a MySpace page.rasaustinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-74229182092236250452007-02-15T13:17:00.000-05:002007-02-15T13:17:00.000-05:002007-02-15T13:17:00.000-05:00Did you have to take the pacifier out of her mouth first Votar?Chezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06125538523345637439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-11243595465277183962007-02-15T12:22:00.000-05:002007-02-15T12:22:00.000-05:002007-02-15T12:22:00.000-05:00February 14: an arbitrary day appointed by Hallmark to muscle us all into doing things we should be doing all year.<BR/><BR/>Also a day to remind the single people in this world how long it's been since we got laid.Emily Blakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02163221455899041141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-90224932084253020222007-02-15T02:06:00.000-05:002007-02-15T02:06:00.000-05:002007-02-15T02:06:00.000-05:00prophet of ra, THANK YOU for what amounted to a laugh so hard i nearly just threw up all over my computer.<BR/><BR/><BR/>paper heart. cheese. you earthlings and your three dimensions. they're cute.<BR/><BR/>i just cooked a four course meal, each course of which incorporated chocolate or cocoa in some way (hazelnut soup, salad with cocoa-dusted gorgonzola-walnut crumbles, grilled flank steak that marinaded for two days in a cocoa/ancho chili/cilantro/lime marinade, and hand-made chocolate raviolis).<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>and i don't even like her that much.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>GREAT blowjob though.BITCH BETTA HAVE MY MONEYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09372090112513792949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-59352998207568430032007-02-14T22:30:00.000-05:002007-02-14T22:30:00.000-05:002007-02-14T22:30:00.000-05:00nailed it - thank you on behalf of all men in the world.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-44242271390449012532007-02-14T20:30:00.000-05:002007-02-14T20:30:00.000-05:002007-02-14T20:30:00.000-05:00I bought my bitch a dried up bull's penis...and no one can top that!!RottweilerTOMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13344528927169939916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-27408490812708066292007-02-14T19:21:00.000-05:002007-02-14T19:21:00.000-05:002007-02-14T19:21:00.000-05:00Ladies and Gentleman, my husband is a liar.<BR/><BR/>I came home to a paper heart that he'd cut out taped to the door, and an apartment full of candles, and a bottle of red wine and a plate of cheeses, and a beautiful card filled with his beautiful writing. <BR/><BR/>I AM married to Mister Fuckin' Romance, and I love him.Jaynehttp://www.myspace.com/jaynie_marienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-9209012296169896642007-02-14T18:52:00.000-05:002007-02-14T18:52:00.000-05:002007-02-14T18:52:00.000-05:00I'm not buying any fucking flowers and my wife is good with that.<BR/><BR/>I did get a card - partly so I could bust out a Jim Gaffigan impersonation: "Here's a card, you like what that other guy wrote in there? Took me 5 seconds to find it, cost me $2.00."<BR/><BR/>Only it cost me $3.00. Cocksuckers.sparksinnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13104374724286164601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28957011.post-77096912976371707652007-02-14T18:16:00.000-05:002007-02-14T18:16:00.000-05:002007-02-14T18:16:00.000-05:00Good.... good....<BR/><BR/>Now strike me down with all of your hatred and your journey towards the Dark Side will be complete!prophet of Ranoreply@blogger.com