My unachievable goal is to be nice to @Stonetree for a week.
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I admit I'm a trump but your second claim is completely disgraceful.I've heard so many complaints about @Secret Chief he must be a member of the Trump family. (I bet @Secret Chief is shorter than @John53)
My unbelievable goal is not to have to apologize for an obvious mistake. @John53 has the advantage doing the Limbo.I admit I'm a trump but your second claim is completely disgraceful.
Chocolate cheesecake... come on...Mine involves @JustGeorge , a chocolate cheesecake and a large inflatable toy zebra.
My unachievable goal is to be nice to @Stonetree for a week.
You got the zebra, I'll bring the cake.Chocolate cheesecake... come on...
I got the zebra inflated, though.
Perfect! I'll bring extra paper tissue.
I never thought I'd get back into my pre-Yudhi clothes, but I've got them on right now(and there's room to spare).My unachievable goal is to weigh what I weighed the first time I thought I was fat.
I thought so little of myself in high school, and wound up dating some creeps because of my crap self esteem...I thought I was fat in high school, which was pretty ridiculous.
I don't think I ever dated someone who went to my high school. Good story by the way.I thought so little of myself in high school, and wound up dating some creeps because of my crap self esteem...
There was a very pretty boy that we all kinda had a thing for. Big eyes, dreds, skinny... On rare occasion, we'd wind up in a group of mutual friends.
I was talking about him with a friend once, in my 20s. We were chuckling over the memories, and I recalled a few comments he'd said... and then it hit me.
"He was flirting with me. I had a chance! I had no idea!"
I always assumed I didn't have a chance with anyone...
I have it on good authority (my wife) that I never perceive flirting.I thought so little of myself in high school, and wound up dating some creeps because of my crap self esteem...
There was a very pretty boy that we all kinda had a thing for. Big eyes, dreds, skinny... On rare occasion, we'd wind up in a group of mutual friends.
I was talking about him with a friend once, in my 20s. We were chuckling over the memories, and I recalled a few comments he'd said... and then it hit me.
"He was flirting with me. I had a chance! I had no idea!"
I always assumed I didn't have a chance with anyone...