If only I had a dollar for every over 20 that wants a baby in her with angular facial features...
So seriously, dude. I have no idea how to get in touch anymore other than this. It's been far too long and I'm holding a massive list of conversations that begin with "What the fuck ever happened to Hank?"
Frankly, I've been MIA in a lot of ways myself these days, but it's high time that things were set right for the future of all that is bitchen.
And for the record, Hot Poop has been viewed much many times over, I was just usually too blurry to type at you. nortweston@gmail.com is the name, procrastination is no longer the aim.
You know, as one of yr Netflix Friends, I see yr rental history, and I just assumed you were in training for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing, so I've left you to it...
j/k
I assume those rentals are Lisa's...I assume yr still living with her...
Yeah, it's been awhile, hasn't it? Long enough for assumptions...
(Hi Lisa!)
I'd mention that my perception of time is rather skewed, but that's no good excuse, is it?
Hope yr doing well, and I'll get in touch very soon...
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If only I had a dollar for every over 20 that wants a baby in her with angular facial features...
So seriously, dude. I have no idea how to get in touch anymore other than this. It's been far too long and I'm holding a massive list of conversations that begin with "What the fuck ever happened to Hank?"
Frankly, I've been MIA in a lot of ways myself these days, but it's high time that things were set right for the future of all that is bitchen.
And for the record, Hot Poop has been viewed much many times over, I was just usually too blurry to type at you. nortweston@gmail.com is the name, procrastination is no longer the aim.
Ahoy Hoy, Nort!
Great to hear from you...
You know, as one of yr Netflix Friends, I see yr rental history, and I just assumed you were in training for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing, so I've left you to it...
j/k
I assume those rentals are Lisa's...I assume yr still living with her...
Yeah, it's been awhile, hasn't it? Long enough for assumptions...
(Hi Lisa!)
I'd mention that my perception of time is rather skewed, but that's no good excuse, is it?
Hope yr doing well, and I'll get in touch very soon...
Hotcha!
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