Discussion in 'The Bar' started by Neesie, Dec 23, 2013.
the chunt lives
The chunt is gone.
I miss the chunt.
Good evening. Give me a few minutes, I have 89 things to do.
Blowing out birthday candles?
Her birthday is tax day. Figured a creepy fuck like you would already know that.
And yes, I get the joke you were trying desperately to make. I just wanted to call you a creepy stalker anyway.
Well hello! I am ready.
I am counting the minutes until December 26th. This is bullshit.
I'll check back, I'm multi-tasking. :grr
but a bitch ain't one
That made no sense.
My dog is so lucky to have me.
Yes it did.
dinner: chicken parmesan sub