It looks like he could use some of Beth's leave-in conditioner. How can you trust him if you can't see the windows to his soul?
I have been murdered by my husband. I am speaking to you from the ether. This was sad, I should have lived. I was much smarter than him. I like Colin. His lack of eyes is so soothing to me.
I am back and absolutely freaked out by this picture.
He told me his name was Bernard. What a scoundrel.
I like the looks of this Colin. How did you make his aquaintance?
Well I asked him for the time and he told me the truth with a sly smile that caused me to linger. I noted the weather and he asked me if I wanted to have some chicken mcnuggets at the McDonalds we were standing in front of. I said yes. We ate together, basking in each other's charms and got quite giddy after. We exchanged numbers and vowed to meet at the same place and time tomorrow.What exciting fun is always in store.
Many have been seduced by rough trade over chicken mcnuggets. The transfats are spellbinding. Be wary of hairy colons. Change your numbers. Get a watch.
Blogger.com has been very tricky for me today.I don't know about Colin. Is he British? The Mcnuggets were a nice touch, romantically, but I always go for the Mchot-fudge sunday. Was Colin super-sized?
Is that Colin Farrell?
Janice. Did you used to be a muppet before you were murdered? Was your husband's name Floyd?
errruuuhm...front view? or back view?
Full frontal, my friend. He's all that.
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