“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
That's definitely a "YOU GONNA GET RAPED" grin you got there.
Reminds me of someone who decided to go to a Halloween party wearing only a pair of sweatpants. He said he was going as a premature ejaculation. "A what?" "I just came in my pants."
Which in turn reminds me of an idea I had last year for going as a werewolf. I'd dress perfectly normally. "You don't look like a werewolf!" "Well, it is only a new moon ..."
Kittyboymuffin wrote:Reminds me of someone who decided to go to a Halloween party wearing only a pair of sweatpants. He said he was going as a premature ejaculation. "A what?" "I just came in my pants."
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
I've been having a little bit of trouble with dry eyes, I don't know why, happens sometimes. Might be related to my water/salt balance acting up a bit.
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
I was going to a straight nightclub with my boyfriend to dance and this one bouncer would keep kicking me out for dress code violations. The first night I was told boys can't wear tank tops with vest. So I went and bought a girl's T-shirt with really short sleeves so I was technically not violating the no-sleeves rule. The next night he told me my sleeves were too short for a boy and wouldn't let me in the club. So I went and bought a girl's shirt with sleeves so long they needed holes in them for my thumbs to stick out. Then I decided to really mess with his head by showing up in a sports bra and open shirt. He didn't kick me out for any dress code violations that night. I think given how I retaliated against them when they didn't like how I was dressed they didn't want to see what I would show up in if they kicked me out for wearing that outfit.
So after showing up three times rocking the open shirt and sports bra look without being tossed for violating dress code I now officially declare sports bras as boy wear.
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
Ghastly wrote:So after showing up three times rocking the open shirt and sports bra look without being tossed for violating dress code I now officially declare sports bras as boy wear.
Finally! You have no idea how long I have awaited this day!
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer