Not for long. The cat keeps eyeing it and sharpening her claws.
I don't want to live a world where we can't say juice.
Not for long. The cat keeps eyeing it and sharpening her claws.
God, I hope so.
There's no way that I'd leave my stuff unattended.
I used to go with a 12 pack in a cooler and just hang out until it was all done.
Sure, people would look at me funny sometime, but I couldn't just sit there doing nothing.
I want to create a recipe where 1/4 of a cup of juice is required.
I don't want to live in a world without juice.
That stuff puts hair on your chest.
It will read like this.
ingredients:
1/4 c. juice
Directions:
Slowly pour in juice while stirring. Add more to taste.
That's the thing -- nowhere to sit. I was ready to bring a book and hang out, but... I need a chair, at least.
Probably would have just hopped up on one of the machines, but went ahead and left since I can see the laundry room from my front window.
I used to smoke joints in my old laundry room.
2 cups of orange juice, 2 cups of grapefruit juice, 1/2 cup of lemon juice, 1 cup of Vodka, 1 cup of Cointreu, 1/2 cup of Framboise.
Mix all that with 1 1/2 cups of Tonic water and 1/4 cup of juice and you have my world renowned Citrus Surprise.
That sounds like a nice recipe. All we need is a juicer and we are set.
You weren't thinking of doing that for the benefit of the spin cycle, are you?
I got a juicer in my pants. /rimshot
I wonder if we can get any volunteers here.
I don't think your oversized clit is an effective juicer of anything.
Heavens no!
The windows don't close all the way.
There's a toy called a juicer.
It's made of glass.
I've never tried it, though.
This picture still cracks me up.
Note to self:
Buy sex toy called "Juicer" and travel westward towards Northern California.
Olde School Midge hath returned!
I just read a thread where the gay boy known as Norcal called CF a .
I guess that means that it's okay to use " juice" all over the Club again.
I feel liberated.
I don't want to think about alcohol right now.
You must be really hungover. , you were drunk when we met you at bar.
Peewee drank WAY too much last night.
I just drank waaaaaaay too much last night.
I wanted to stop, but the imaginary Kori kept getting me to drink. She was like Mr. Brownstone.
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