Run faster

Lol, you finally said it, I knew you would!



Just don't tell my BF ok?

wow nice.. i am on a diet but

Now what?

in a bathtub

what are you trying eachothers toecheseses now?

Well, I don't have any. I'm afraid I have nothing to offer.

Last Edited by Angel Kitty on 02/17/2017 04:34 AM

oh godx)

dingleberry
A delinquent partial turd which grasps anal shrubery causing brownish crust to accumulate in ones boxers.
My wife tells me that I need to wipe my ass better because my dingleberries are making my underware a nasty mess, however I like the idea of her down in the basement doing laundry and cleaning up my foul nasty underware.

I think he left me again.

well you can just soak your toes in hot water no need to rub or reach out to them even.. in time doing regularly this, they will dissolve whatever that is. if not disease involved.. very weird people here are. or trolling ok.

hope i didint interfere. i like to read real people toecheeses and stuff more :D sorry... for derailing your love

Because you are uncultured

Because you are uncultured

She has a boyfriend who she loves, she is just playing with a lonely mans heart.
I'll just enjoy my cheese alone.

It's not your fault.

Perhaps it wasn't meant to be if he doesn't want to fight for me.

I did really love him though.

You don't know anything about how I feel

Last Edited by Angel Kitty on 02/17/2017 04:46 AM

You said you had a BF.
I'm a lonely man.
I'm taking my cheese back, you're being mean and not taking my feelings into consideration.

Whose fault is that?
You keep everything bundled up inside.

Well shootz, you should have told me you loved me sooner. Now we'll never know what could have been.

You want men to fight over you?
If so, you don't love either of them.
You're using them for your entertainment.

I do not. Look at this thread, I'm a total open book.

You are the one hiding how you feel. Why?

No I don't, but I want the one who really loves me to make me his.

You're right, now we will never know.
You and your BF can happily eat his cheese together.

I'm sorry if you think I'm being mean, I do care about your feelings.

This isn't the wild west anymore, we don't have duals for woman any longer.

But what if I like your cheese better?

Apparently not, you want me to get shot by your boyfriend.

Oh.

Guess we will never know, as you said.

No worries, he doesn't have a gun

If you loved me, why do you want me dead?