The hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everybody had decided not to see.
We all get to be dicks now and then. Welcome to the club!
I'm often a dick. when i can remember that, I'm more forgiving to the other dicks that regularly cross my path.
LOL, join the club my friend... :-)
Har! Well done.
Yeah, Beeyotch is my middle name. Don't sweat it.
But you're our dick.Wait. That didn't come out right. What I meant was it's so hard...Nonono. That won't work either. Hey, at least you're not in the penile system!Flaccid is as flaccid does. Someone just wants to get a small rise out of you.Being a dick just means you your entire body is a huge tool.Quick, somebody stop me!
Six? No, keep it upRich in NC
When I was about twelve I decided a person could be judged better by the enemies he made than by the friends he kept.I thought it was an original observation.Ah, the arrogance of youth.
That song always creeps me out just a bit (no pun).Maybe someone was just going Shakespeare on you: "If you prick us, do we not bleed?"
If you weren't a dick why would we be reading your blog?Would you rather be a pussy? How many readers would you have then?
When I was learning to fly the local pilot supply place that sold Jeppesen charts and the like had a sales rep named Richard Head. Yup, legal name. You usually had to ask for him by Richard, for if you asked for Dick Head, the receptionist would invariably say "which one, we've got a half a dozen of them".Six owes me a keyboard.
You too huh? Or rather Et-Tu. Brutal Brutus.
And did this revelation still your Muse?
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