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I think its safe to say that you freaks will never see my kid and my niece.
Ones 18, ones 16, and both make me worry. I truely have no idea how either ended up the way they have. Wish I knew who the mailman might have been.
I think its safe to say that you pervs will never see my kid and my niece.
Ones 18, ones 16, and both make me loose sleep. I truely have no idea how either ended up the way they have. Wish I knew who the mailman was.
Thatr is the exact reason I thank my lucky stars I had a boy I dont think I could handle another guy thinking about my daughter like that
It has alot to do with control. Not control of the girl, but the boy.
Gotta trust the girl. Peer pressure you know has alot of influence.
I have no problems pressuring the peers.
"Thatr is the exact reason I thank my lucky stars I had a boy I dont think I could handle another guy thinking about my daughter like that"
Nature takes its course. Just gotta keep the course in the fairway.
If the game gets off in the rough.....somebodys golf ***** come up missing.
Pep, I'm disappointed you'd thin of me that way. I think I may have told you guys this one before but my uncle lives on the other side of the farm and both of my cousins (one is 20 the other is 14) are very good looking. Anyway myuncle and I have decided with the younger girl that we will do a better job of weeding out the guys to keep only the good ones. What we will do is, he will take them out on his front porch and tell them about his crazy nephew, that should have been a sharpshooter, with a large rifle of some sorts and some little laser thingy on it. While he is telling this kid this I am supposed to go out in my yard and hold a laser dot (it aactually will mount on a rifle and is good out too 3000 ft, it's not currently on a gun right now) on his chect and let it kind of float around like I am a shakey nervous person. We figure we'll only scare off the ones who may think about doing something they shouldn't and the one's that will keep things nice and gentlemen like will probably be the only ones to stick around.
That very well may work. I dated a girl whose dad always answered the door with a shotgun in hand when she was going on a 1st date.
This girl about flippped when I showed up. He had the shotgun.....but he saw me walking up the walkway.....put the shotgun away, and offered me a beer when I came in the door. Instead of going out right away....just kinda hung out with her dad for a little bit.
About a year later, her dad and I were all drunk on the porch. I asked why I didnt get the shotgun at the door. He says he watched me walk up to the door. Knew by the look in my eye I wouldnt be impressed nor intimidated by his shotgun. So he didnt bother.
Funny thing, I also think that night on the porch is when he took me into the front yard and clocked me in the jaw. That was kind of impressive. Six and half foot tall brick layer with arms the size of my thighs.
He and I had a very up and down relationship. The again, so did she and I.
Let me guess, he clocked you in the jaw and then you two drank beer together on the porch? i once dated agirlt hat i wasn't supposed to be out with, her dad had to meet all her dates beforehand and he had to work that evening shift. Her mom said go ahead and go as long as you are back and i am gone before 10:45, her dad got off at 11. So I left at 10:45 and got a mmile or two down the road and took a corner too fast and wrapped my truck around a tree. there wern't anyhouses close by and I saw a car coming so I figured I'd have whoever give me a ride tot his girls hosue to use the phone. As I am telling this guy this story about she wasn't supposed to go but did, her mother said go ahead blah blah blah. When ipointed at the house he said okay, pulled up to the house, I grabbed for the door handle and said thanks and he said wait a minute, reached up to the visor in his truck and raised the garage door. That feeling of being busted and the feeling from the "OH SH**" nereve together really suck. 1st and last fate with her.
As I am telling this guy this story I grabbed for the door handle and said thanks and he said wait a minute, reached up to the visor in his truck and raised the garage door.
Thats good stuff. I've been busted....but damn.
Atleast you learned not to go running off at the mouth. I would hope.
Actually, her dad and I were drinking, then hit me, then went back to drinking.
It was all good. I didnt mind. He was a drunk, and I was a punk. Not really, but it rhymed.
I don't know that it was running off at the mouth, I was just telling him the story since he asked where I lived and then he casually asked what I was doing out that way. I lived no where near this place so I told him. We were just being neighborly and all, then he didn't say anything he just let me figure it out on my own. I told him I wish we were meeting under different circumstances. The worst part was this was my junior year of high school, she was a freshman and her locker was right next to mine. So for the next year and a half I still had to see her everyday and it was one of those things that runs through your mind "she gets hotter everytime I see her but shes off limits per her dad." At least he politely told me to never come back.
I still think if it werent for the details, you mighta had better chance of gettin away with it. Maybe.
Thats the joys of youth. Doin stuff, and being a teen or young adult kinda makes it okay. The older you get, the more likely mortal danger may be an issue.
I enjoy seeing all the kids together and waiting to see who screws up first. One of em, one way or another....is bound to be stupid. Too many hormones in too many directions. Not that I'm little Mr Innocent.
Yes, but do they cancel each other, making it all good?
I believe I have done nothing long enough.....and may think about getting some work done. The coffee seems to be working. Then again, maybe a nap is best.
Oh, Bird.....how come your disppointed in me, but you dont think I'm mister innocent. Ah......but I can be nice.
Ya know...the fly trap isnt a bad looking plant...Till ya see it eat the fly.
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