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Anyone that gets married wants their head examining.
So are you as thick as dogs poo then?
Anyone that gets married wants their head examining.
I've kissed lesbian friends, who have then kissed my girlfriend, tongues and all
Coming from you, I find that quite propheticYour girlfriend needs to get a life.
Unless she's unhappy about something else or maybe she's impossible to live withSorry Big Tone but I stick to my original claim; there is no way that a 'snog' as you put it is reason enough to ditch a relationship that's stood for eight years. There's more to this than we can see.
Today a snog, tomorrow a snake wrestle. My girlfriend snogged a supposed mate and had his hand up her back trying to undo her bra. I forgave and we went on to marry. In our marriage she banged like a barn door on a windy day with another supposed mate of mine.Sorry Big Tone but I stick to my original claim; there is no way that a 'snog' as you put it is reason enough to ditch a relationship that's stood for eight years. There's more to this than we can see.
Don’t quite agree Space cat. Hmmm.. memories of me and Rachel after I’d had two bottles of wine to myself. Let’s just say we broke our previous record, right through the night ‘till morning. It was a ‘score’ in a different numerical sense for her.Contrary to popular belief, alcohol and sex really don't mix. I know because I've tried and the results are disappointing. Keep your drinking days and your loving days separate.
Big Tone said:Hmmm.. memories of me and Rachel after I’d had two bottles of wine to myself. Let’s just say we broke our previous record, right through the night ‘till morning.
and also said:It was a ‘score’ in a different numerical sense for her.
-- two bottles of wine to myself
Oh I remember it well Space cat. I’m ashamed to say my tolerance was very high back then; bit of a problem which I am still trying to conquer if I’m honest.Big Tone said:Hmmm.. memories of me and Rachel after I’d had two bottles of wine to myself. Let’s just say we broke our previous record, right through the night ‘till morning.
Good for you. Though after two bottles of wine I'm surprized you can remember a thing about it.
I think I could make you very happy with my three quarters of an inch. It’s like a baby’s arm holding an apple. (You’re husband isn’t looking over your shoulder I hope?)and also said:It was a ‘score’ in a different numerical sense for her.
Well that just goes to show that size isn't everything. It's amazing what women can do with three quarters of an inch.
We bought three. Sadly, the naughtiness was the only way were compatible and the one I really love with a smokin’ body, great personality and SOH has zero commitment and sex drive. It’s been that long I bet it’s healed over.PS: I've just spotted this:
-- two bottles of wine to myself
You didn't think to leave her some?
If trust is unimportant to you that’s okay, but I don’t think it’s Victorian – it’s human nature. I happen to be the way I am not because of Victorian values but because in the same way, as an atheist, I don’t need to find my moral code from a book.If your woman or man strays it's because you aren't good enough at it yourself. Why not just become 'better'? Forget about trust and the other nonsense. Live in the world of today - leave your Victorian morals at home (like the Victorians did).
Big Tone said:It’s like a baby’s arm holding an apple.
I’m just goofin’ about that Space cat; I’m quite averageBig Tone said:It’s like a baby’s arm holding an apple.
Sorry Tone but size really isn't everything - as any mermaid will tell you.
We now, in 2011, have more access to information and enlightenment than at any time in mankind’s sordid history. This should make us better, you would think, but that's a separate thread...