Why not?
Unless you promise the boobs will grow back after I bite them!
PS: Are we talking about the boobs or the person? I am confused sometime. lol.
Christmas, bite her on the noggin.
This post brought to you by the power of boobs. Dear lord them boobs. Amen
1: I live in CA. I can get as far north as Redding, as far south as San Francisco.
2: I not social strength... I have to be the center of attention for at least 10 consecutive minutes without trying to shift the focus to other people in a meeting. If sufficient time is not spent coaxing me out of my shell, I'll be no fun and very short when not vague in my responses. It took me years to figure out I was like this. When I'm nervous in a group of people I'm not accustomed to, my answers are short and not particularly informative. I really don't try hard to form a conversation.
Another method which seems to work partway is one my cousins typically use which is actively shoving me (physically) into situations or conversations. I don't appreciate it, but it mostly garners a response more often that simply asking questions.
3: I can't leave CA at the moment or probably anytime within the next four years so long as my doctor tells me my epilepsy robs me of the ability to drive. I suppose I could take the bus or fly. Why they would grant me as pilot's license when I can't get a driver's license, I shall never no... ymmv as to how funny I am in person. Or online. Or at all...
Others from this site I'd like to meet include the seemingly short-lived Nexas-kun. My lovely Jirito and my long-lost Iri Valentine.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
One day I will come down there and we will go to Comic-Con dressed as a wookiee and a mandalorian and it will be glorious.
I met someone from a MCM expo site which was quite fun. We ended up being a huge group and we had one crap load of fun
a calm sea never made a skillful sailor | MILLIEGOESBEEP
I've only met a couple of people from a fashion and beauty forum I'm part of.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I will paint myself god and be incredibly annoying.