For the 1st year of marriage, put a coin into a jar each time you have “relations”. Take a coin out each time for all following years. Not only will the jar never empty, but to avoid wasting money, you may find IOUs in the jar. Just make sure they’re in her handwriting.
Thank god my man is like me. We don’t go at it less than eight times in a week for three years, and it’s always amazing. I feel bad for our roommate :\
My dad has his weaknesses. No, he didn’t go aounrd womanizing or getting drunk or wasting earnings on gambling; on the other hand, he can be so tender-hearted that he couldn’t muster enough authority and will to be the kind of father I wanted to have. My ideal father was one who would protect his family from dishonor, especially his daugthers; one who would be the wise voice together with the mother that would impart practical yet long-lived advice to his children. My dad wasn’t the pillar of the home which I wanted him to be. He was very awkward when it came to giving realistic advice about boys, relationships, and even on faith and religion (he is a devout Catholic) somehow, along the way, our values clashed. You could even say that I grew up faster than my dad when it came to practical matters. My dad is in the States now together with my family (I was left behind because of VISA complications aged out policy and all that) and I haven’t seen him in person for three years or so. However, despite his shortcomings, I think the greatest gift I had given him was my forgiveness. So maybe he’s not the dad of my dreams. But my dad has called me sweetheart, his little girl, and he would sing me songs as I sat on his lap as a child. There was one time when he even gave me the spare the rod and spoil the child treatment, but that’s all far and gone from my mind, and I no longer begrudge him of that, and the bitterness from those experiences are no longer in my heart.I’ll work hard, be on top, and make sure that my folks retire comfortably and happy, and be happy and fulfilled in the process of working my way to it. I’ll choose my spouse carefully and marry wisely, and make sure that I bring my dad (and mom as well hehe) a wonderful son-in-law, and of course don’t forget the grandkids. XD These are just plans, and it’s a tough world out there. But I am grateful to my dad, even with the things he lacked. I’m still on my two feet with dreaming dreams I can still afford. He’s not the best dad in the world, but hell, he’s still my dad, and I love him.
When extreme measures such as those are used to ward off sex, it’s time to leave the bitch.
Fuck it, I like a challenge
agreed. divorce begins in the bedroom.
since when does it matter whether she wants it or not?
Her eyes are perpendicular symbols.
It`s Jesus Christ and her hubby!
TOTALLY, but this is totally inaccurate. You need the 8,000 miles of ocean between the two.
The electrified fence is a nice touch.
Basically the same thing.
brb video games
“No woman anywhere has ever wanted sex, ever!”
Peter Griffin
who took this picture of my bedroom? GET OUT
She’s just playing hard to get.
For the 1st year of marriage, put a coin into a jar each time you have “relations”. Take a coin out each time for all following years. Not only will the jar never empty, but to avoid wasting money, you may find IOUs in the jar. Just make sure they’re in her handwriting.
Must be a really good book she’s reading.
Thank god my man is like me. We don’t go at it less than eight times in a week for three years, and it’s always amazing. I feel bad for our roommate :\
My dad has his weaknesses. No, he didn’t go aounrd womanizing or getting drunk or wasting earnings on gambling; on the other hand, he can be so tender-hearted that he couldn’t muster enough authority and will to be the kind of father I wanted to have. My ideal father was one who would protect his family from dishonor, especially his daugthers; one who would be the wise voice together with the mother that would impart practical yet long-lived advice to his children. My dad wasn’t the pillar of the home which I wanted him to be. He was very awkward when it came to giving realistic advice about boys, relationships, and even on faith and religion (he is a devout Catholic) somehow, along the way, our values clashed. You could even say that I grew up faster than my dad when it came to practical matters. My dad is in the States now together with my family (I was left behind because of VISA complications aged out policy and all that) and I haven’t seen him in person for three years or so. However, despite his shortcomings, I think the greatest gift I had given him was my forgiveness. So maybe he’s not the dad of my dreams. But my dad has called me sweetheart, his little girl, and he would sing me songs as I sat on his lap as a child. There was one time when he even gave me the spare the rod and spoil the child treatment, but that’s all far and gone from my mind, and I no longer begrudge him of that, and the bitterness from those experiences are no longer in my heart.I’ll work hard, be on top, and make sure that my folks retire comfortably and happy, and be happy and fulfilled in the process of working my way to it. I’ll choose my spouse carefully and marry wisely, and make sure that I bring my dad (and mom as well hehe) a wonderful son-in-law, and of course don’t forget the grandkids. XD These are just plans, and it’s a tough world out there. But I am grateful to my dad, even with the things he lacked. I’m still on my two feet with dreaming dreams I can still afford. He’s not the best dad in the world, but hell, he’s still my dad, and I love him.