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VestalVirgin
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Fri 04/04/08 03:42 PM
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Perfect date eh? I guess any date in which the boobies make their first appearance... are you still in 8th grade? Because you're new here...I will just ignore your obviously ignorant post... Perhaps you should get to know those of us who live here before opening your pie hole...just a friendly suggestion People judge you by your actions, not your intentions. All I have to go on is your words. Well...not surprisingly...wrong again. If you had taken the time to READ a few threads here you would know more about me. The boobs theme is just that...a theme...an INSIDE joke for my JSH family. I'm finished holding your hand little girl...you've been warned...from here on out it will get ugly... I am shaking in my stilettos |
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life.
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He picks me up, opens doors, lovely restaurant overlooking the water. Maybe a little Jazz in the background. Start off with a apertif, orders champagne, share some appetizers, gourmet entree, afterdinner drink little B&B, something chocolate of course for dessert. Little slow dancing with a gentle kiss on neck. Just sucking one another in. Pay the check, take my heels off and walk along the beach hand in hand. How deliciously trite! Somebody wake up on the wrong side of the BENCH this morning??? trite....trite........trite.....isn't that a type of fish??? It's pig intestines!LOL! |
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Perfect date eh? I guess any date in which the boobies make their first appearance... are you still in 8th grade? Because you're new here...I will just ignore your obviously ignorant post... Actually, I was on here at the same time you were last year, I just re-joined recently. Thanks... Perhaps you should get to know those of us who live here before opening your pie hole...just a friendly suggestion |
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life. Like flea markets, and playing pool. |
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life. It sounds wonderful! |
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He picks me up, opens doors, lovely restaurant overlooking the water. Maybe a little Jazz in the background. Start off with a apertif, orders champagne, share some appetizers, gourmet entree, afterdinner drink little B&B, something chocolate of course for dessert. Little slow dancing with a gentle kiss on neck. Just sucking one another in. Pay the check, take my heels off and walk along the beach hand in hand. How deliciously trite! Somebody wake up on the wrong side of the BENCH this morning??? trite....trite........trite.....isn't that a type of fish??? It's pig intestines!LOL! |
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life. Like flea markets, and playing pool. Whats wrong with Flea markets and playing pool? You can dress up and dress down. Don't you dine like that on a date? |
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I don't do that all the time, but it was very nice to have dates like that, I miss them. Thank you JJ kitty, very sweet
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life. Like flea markets, and playing pool. Whats wrong with Flea markets and playing pool? You can dress up and dress down. Don't you dine like that on a date? I don't date. I didn't say there was anything wrong with your fantasy date, just that it was trite. You know. Ho-hum. For a fantasy date I would think one would come up with something that hasn't been done to death. That's all. And there is nothing wrong with flea markets and playing pool; it's just that I don't consider them "the finer things in life" |
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Trite endless and long
Tripe is a stomach lining Well, I want endless and long =romantic in my book |
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so whats your date?
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trite
–adjective, trit·er, trit·est. 1. lacking in freshness or effectiveness because of constant use or excessive repetition; hackneyed; stale: the trite phrases in his letter. 2. characterized by hackneyed expressions, ideas, etc.: The commencement address was trite and endlessly long. 3. Archaic. rubbed or worn by use. |
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life. Like flea markets, and playing pool. Whats wrong with Flea markets and playing pool? You can dress up and dress down. Don't you dine like that on a date? I don't date. I didn't say there was anything wrong with your fantasy date, just that it was trite. You know. Ho-hum. For a fantasy date I would think one would come up with something that hasn't been done to death. That's all. And there is nothing wrong with flea markets and playing pool; it's just that I don't consider them "the finer things in life" You don't date? Forgive my complete surprise. You seem to have such a warm and welcoming personality...what with all the judgemental remarks and all... Sure am glad you showed up and started pissin' on everyone's dream date... |
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life. Like flea markets, and playing pool. Whats wrong with Flea markets and playing pool? You can dress up and dress down. Don't you dine like that on a date? I don't date. I didn't say there was anything wrong with your fantasy date, just that it was trite. You know. Ho-hum. For a fantasy date I would think one would come up with something that hasn't been done to death. That's all. And there is nothing wrong with flea markets and playing pool; it's just that I don't consider them "the finer things in life" You don't date? Forgive my complete surprise. You seem to have such a warm and welcoming personality...what with all the judgemental remarks and all... Sure am glad you showed up and started pissin' on everyone's dream date... Not dating is a choice, believe me. No one is worth my time and effort. How is it determined who is allowed to express opinions and who is not? I have read the forum rules and I don't see it anywhere. |
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Peeks in...
I thought Bunny's idea was great! To each their own idea of a good date... |
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I want my man to take me to waffle house, then afterwards we go get a couple of 40's of old english, go down to piers and get good and buzzed. After that, go down to the strip club and spend our last twenty bucks on beer and ladies. Finally, back to his place where we delve into his stash of whiskey, where we play quarters and get sh!t faced, then have lots of drunken sex.
Now THAT sounds like fun!! |
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Well, its my date, someone else out there must like the finer things in life. Like flea markets, and playing pool. Whats wrong with Flea markets and playing pool? You can dress up and dress down. Don't you dine like that on a date? I don't date. I didn't say there was anything wrong with your fantasy date, just that it was trite. You know. Ho-hum. For a fantasy date I would think one would come up with something that hasn't been done to death. That's all. And there is nothing wrong with flea markets and playing pool; it's just that I don't consider them "the finer things in life" You don't date? Forgive my complete surprise. You seem to have such a warm and welcoming personality...what with all the judgemental remarks and all... Sure am glad you showed up and started pissin' on everyone's dream date... Not dating is a choice, believe me. No one is worth my time and effort. How is it determined who is allowed to express opinions and who is not? I have read the forum rules and I don't see it anywhere. No one is worth your time and effort? You are rude as hell. Full of yourself obviously. And most definately full of ****. Have fun here in the forums...with a crappy, insensitive attitude toward others like that...you won't be here long. See ya in the funny papers... |
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Peeks in... I thought Bunny's idea was great! To each their own idea of a good date... Cheers!! |
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I want my man to take me to waffle house, then afterwards we go get a couple of 40's of old english, go down to piers and get good and buzzed. After that, go down to the strip club and spend our last twenty bucks on beer and ladies. Finally, back to his place where we delve into his stash of whiskey, where we play quarters and get sh!t faced, then have lots of drunken sex. Now THAT sounds like fun!! |
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