HAHAHAHAHAHA
that's so cute!
you ninny, go buy some more!
that's so cute!
you ninny, go buy some more!
OMG, I'm desperate!
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hahahahaha, that's priiiity much my scenario earlier today!This always happens to me when my male boss is walking by my desk, with my butt in the air. I mean come on!!
Ok then Elle....I can relate to you 120%. It never cease to fail. :24::24:
LOL...would've been better if you said you had lost a contact. UGH!!!
It always my stinkin pen....I have this one pen I always write with that it happens too, not that I don't have others. But still.
It always my stinkin pen....I have this one pen I always write with that it happens too, not that I don't have others. But still.
Speaking of, reminds me of a story.
One time after gym, I picked up a box of the ole finger lickin good Kentucky on the way home to have for dinner. When I reaches home I proceeded to the back of the car to open the trunk to get my gear. Opened the trunk and with one hand holding the Kentucky and the other hand negotiating for the bag was gingerly about to make good my escape. For some reason the hand holding the Kentucky was still inside the trunk during negotiation. Bear with me now.....
As I was about to relieve the items from the trunk, low and behold the box of Kentucky toppled inside of the truck. I could see it in almost slowmo but alas it was too late. Now bear in mind all sort of ghastly sounds were making from my belly as a result of intense hunger. I could have eated a cow. Bear just a bit more now.......
I looked...stared at the chicken and chips on the floor of the trunk...stared at the trunk....back to the very finger licklin good.
I say to myself......self, what don't kill will fatten. And with that I scooped up the finger licking good like was nobody business back into the box....in a jiffy. I went home and eat that mudderfucker like nothing happened. I was just so damn hungry at the time I just couldn't be bothered to go back and get a next one. Belly was full...problem solved. And it didn't do me nutten. They don't call me cast iron belly for nutten.
Well, that's my little story. Was funny when it happened.
One time after gym, I picked up a box of the ole finger lickin good Kentucky on the way home to have for dinner. When I reaches home I proceeded to the back of the car to open the trunk to get my gear. Opened the trunk and with one hand holding the Kentucky and the other hand negotiating for the bag was gingerly about to make good my escape. For some reason the hand holding the Kentucky was still inside the trunk during negotiation. Bear with me now.....
As I was about to relieve the items from the trunk, low and behold the box of Kentucky toppled inside of the truck. I could see it in almost slowmo but alas it was too late. Now bear in mind all sort of ghastly sounds were making from my belly as a result of intense hunger. I could have eated a cow. Bear just a bit more now.......
I looked...stared at the chicken and chips on the floor of the trunk...stared at the trunk....back to the very finger licklin good.
I say to myself......self, what don't kill will fatten. And with that I scooped up the finger licking good like was nobody business back into the box....in a jiffy. I went home and eat that mudderfucker like nothing happened. I was just so damn hungry at the time I just couldn't be bothered to go back and get a next one. Belly was full...problem solved. And it didn't do me nutten. They don't call me cast iron belly for nutten.
Well, that's my little story. Was funny when it happened.
We bared with you CB. Great story! LOL!
I've pulled my car over on the side of the interstate once to look for two red skittles before. No fucking way am I losing two of the best kind of skittles to my car.
Thanks Vixen. It was really something else the way it happened. I'll never forget that.