Ordering pizza in the future

LOL yall got Triggered last night eh!

Is this a pizza gate thread?

No

I ordered pizza yesterday for a birthday party.

It was supposed to be contactless. The chick delivered it made sure I came to the door and was acting all cracked out wanting the tip.

I only tip the people who I feel deserved it!

You gotta work if you want cash from me trick

She was a cutie My wife was right there at my shoulder though no fun to be had

Ouchhhhhhhhhhhh!

LOL

I hope you and your wife had a great meal together though :)

thanks bro

Yeuuuh!

canaduhstan bucks

it's called that because of the bird on the back

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I would have been like fuck that shit and hung up after the first few seconds.
Not worth all that fucking trouble just for a pizza.

You are absolutely right Blue Eyed Blonde Bombshell about blue eyed blondes being the most attractive and desirable women on the planet. You sound so damn hot. I'd love to stick my dick into your hot blonde pussy and fuck you all day and night long. Unfortunately though you're married. Damn. You're husband must be such a lucky guy. I saw somewhere on here that you two live in the Upper Midwest. maybe sometime if I'm in that area perhaps I'll get lucky and see you. Even being firends with such a hot blonde like you would be totally awesome.

BTW can you imagine how bright the lightning would be and how loud the thunder would be if your in a building struck by lightning.

Headbands really trigger you huh?

She is a gorgeous blonde. I love her blonde hair, and gorgeous fair skin.

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Say, TG, do you sleep naked?

Bullcrap they don't.
Everything is computerized and they know within SECONDS where there are problems.

Stinks of some military test....maybe underground systems test.

More like when it comes to being hot blondes do it best. I'm as blonde as can be. I have very long, very blonde(almost white) hair that goes all the way down to my feet, very lightm very bright blue eyes, and very fair skin and am proud of it. Your obviously some brunette or non blonde or some fake bleach blonde who's jealous that us blondies are so much hotter than you.

Black women are jealous of beautiful natural blonde white women like me because we’re hot and they’re ugly and because every man wants us and n man wants us. Of curse we love black men because their sexy, have big dicks and fuck real good and they love us because we’re hot. Lesbian and bisexual women also love and prefer natural blonde hair blue eyed white women too. All non blonde and fake blonde women, especially black women are jealous of and wish they were as beautiful as natural blonde white women. Natural blonde blue eyed white girls are the hottest girls and black men the sexiest men . Which is why yu see so many of us beautiful blondies and black men together.

I'd say you definitely sound like you know what you're talking about.
I've noticed the same thing too.


There's this very beautiful natural blonde blue eyed white girl at my work who always wears head to toe blindingly bright pink. She also always wears blindingly bright pink high heeled thigh high boots, blindingly bright pink long gloves, a blindingly bright pink headband, blindingly bright pink earrings and necklaces, always carries around a blindingly bright pink purse and a pair of blindingly bright pink whips, wears blindingly bright pink glasses, smokes blindingly bright pink cigarettes, has a blindingly bright pink cellphone and laptop. Even her car and house and everything in her car and house is blindingly bright pink

She even dyes her hair blindingly bright pink and wears bright pink eye contacts.
She definitely is very hot and feminine and very intelligent too.


And yes of course she's extremely liberal and married to a very dark black man and has black kids.

Who’s gonna win in the knock down/drag out/fight to the death of the century?? Who knows, but as one of the (apparently supremely) rare natural breed, you can guess who I’m rooting for (pun intended, ladies). Click the link to read the follow-up comments; they’re as good as the article. This one’s my absolute favorite:

As noted in the article only three percent of women in Britain are Blonde. The women who make up the one third of women who appear to be Blonde and are not Blonde are actually Brunettes that have been bleached and then assumed the name Blonde.

Marilyn Monroe, Suzanne Somers and Goldie Hawn are all Bleached Brunettes using the name Blonde as are Britney Spears, Paris Hilton and Madonna. The list is endless and includes 70% of prostitutes in the USA.

I am a Blonde and I don’t want to be associated with Bleached Brunettes but I am in a forced association with them because they use my name to hide behind.

Let’s just get over it and call them Bleached Brunettes. This will lessen the impact of their contagious stupidity because the name Bleached Brunette is a bad name and that will limit who wants to be associated with that name.

Carol E. Cox, Burnaby, Canada

Ms. Cox, may I admire you?

From The Sunday Times
You silly boys: blondes make men act dumb

There are posh pet places here too and more pet stores than you’d imagine. Also, the neatest thing: self serve pet washes. I’d never seen or heard of one before we moved here. (Then again, I am not the most “in the know” type gal. I hadn’t heard of the napkin matching the pants restaurant thing until you blogged about it. Thank you *pulling rock back over my head*)

Oh Roxy couldn’t care less, it’s the bird who’s jealous! Kiwi is on me now and has been nearly every moment since these lil fluff balls came to roost. And my shirts are showing it.. and my pants.. and the chair., and…

I was watching this cool sci-fi action flick called The Net, and the lady from the bus actually ordered pizza ON HER COMPUTER! Amazing. I need to buy one someday.

Tammy, I completely agree; it seems like people make a production over anything and everything nowadays. ‘Celebrating mediocrity’ — now that sounds like a blog if I’ve ever heard one!! I am happy to make a fuss, but within reason, you know?

I am so looking forward to them laying. I know some people will call me a beast, but I love me some EGGS! They are not smelly yet – I will def watch (smell) out for that. Hopefully they’ll be moving outdoors before the stink kicks in. One good thing? We should be getting some good (natural) manure for our garden. Always look on the bright side of life!

Antifa and BLM have promised to take the fight to the suburbs. Probable the leftist government is cuttng the power to give them an advantage.

If they do, then go blow up the electrical company and shoot holes in every cooling fin in every substation transformer.

Good morning all. Today I need to get some things off my chest. I know that life seems pretty peaches & cream here at the West Philly palatial estate, but let me tell you. LIFE IS HARD. At least when you like to complain.

Back in August we adopted two kittens. These kittens, Ziggy and Pepper, have now entered advanced *FRISKY* stage. So they spend most of each day shredding our leather furniture, hanging from the woodwork, killing countless potted plants and STALKING. Just look at these photos.









Until recently, these reenactments of WILD KINGDOM had been tame. But the altercations between Kiwi and the kittens have grown in intensity. Yesterday I found my ox-pecking appendage of a bird cornered beneath a table on the back porch, the kittens primed for the kill. Kiwi is so damn feisty and DUMB she actually FLEW DOWN TO THE FLOOR to have it out w/ them. The bird is ornery. She is jealous. She REEAALLLLLLLLLY wants to kick their ass. But if she doesn’t wise up soon, she’s gonna be 2 bites of meat for one of these cats.

We have tried a dozen different tactics. Locking Kiwi in her cage – which she HATES. Locking her in a room. Which she HATES. Locking the kittens in a room. WHICH THEY HATE. Letting them all range free – which they ALL LOVE but will lead to one or more deaths and/or maimings. I have to face facts. If we keep these cats, I will lose my bird. and it will be ugly.

SO. Several months ago I posted about our dishwasher dying. WELL. Seems all our appliances have a 7-year life cycle, b/c wouldn’t you know? As of 3 weeks ago, our dryer’s done gone dead. It was working fine – then BLAMMO. Nada. The thing just won’t turn on. John has concluded the motor’s burned out. And now, 3 wks later, the washer has joined it in solidarity. We’ve all heard of couples, when one partner dies, the other loses all will to live. Apparently my washer-dryer were a match made in heaven. No matter how hard I beg/plead/sweet talk to this machine, I trudge down to the basement umpteen times a day to find a tub full of water and half-washed clothes. I fill the machine, run the sucker, and once it’s “done,” I check it. Inevitably, the washer has somehow mysteriously completed the cycle w/out emptying. HOW DOES IT DO THIS?? Go through spin w/out any spinning. Or draining. Or ANYTHING.

I know I am a throw-back to the 50s housewives of yore, But I love doing laundry. LOVE IT. It is the ONE HOUSEHOLD CHORE (besides cooking) I enjoy. I love the smell of fresh laundry. The feel of it. The sense of satisfaction only 5 baskets of neatly-folded clothing can bring. And I love my laundry room. Even though it’s down in the filthy basement where most people hate to go, it’s my home away from home – in my home. I’ve hung the peeling walls w/ pictures drawn by my children. Scenes of the African plain, animals, signs reading “I LovE you MoMMy, YOUR the BEST!” It doesn’t get any better than that. Rather than resent my family while I labor at their behest, I think fondly of them all. My laundry room. My happy place. UNTIL NOW. Now that both machines have broken. BREAKING MY REVERIE. Leaving me neither high, nor dry.