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pseydtonneMaggie was topless in the kitchen. I was busy mixing breakfast cereals in a drinking glass.
Maggie was embarrassed for me that I missed the free show completely. I hung my head in shame -- over her now-clothed but still ample cleavage.
Maggie had me buy marshmallows the other day so that she could make smores. I didn't know people not on camping trips could make smores, let alone in the microwave.
Maggie was so grossed out that I'd even contemplate eating an unheated marshmallow that she had to hide her face.
I later found a marshmallow cut in half -- perfectly. She only needed half a marshmallow for a smore. I tried to cut one myself and got a jagged mess.
Maggie can't get into french kissing -- she feels like her mouth is being invaded. I really miss tongue-tongue action. Maybe I'll make out with a Fluffy Puff.
We're all different.
I compiled my first kernel. I even figured out how to set up Grub to deal with it. I used Maggie's computer for the test bed because she wouldn't care if I screwed up her Linux partition. Also, her computer is 11.5 times faster than the laptop and has more RAM than I know what to do with. I only got the sound card wrong. Otherwise, it's a faster, newer kernel that doesn't crash when I resize the window in Opera. Whooooo! (Update: I rebuilt it with the right sound settings and celebrated with some Blue Rodeo on the mp3 player. You can't beat tiny victories.)
I have an oral fixation. "I have something for you to orally fixate on," she replied. Yeah, but it doesn't have eyes I can look into.
-"seriously folks, they're the best." Dante
Maggie was embarrassed for me that I missed the free show completely. I hung my head in shame -- over her now-clothed but still ample cleavage.
Maggie had me buy marshmallows the other day so that she could make smores. I didn't know people not on camping trips could make smores, let alone in the microwave.
Maggie was so grossed out that I'd even contemplate eating an unheated marshmallow that she had to hide her face.
I later found a marshmallow cut in half -- perfectly. She only needed half a marshmallow for a smore. I tried to cut one myself and got a jagged mess.
Maggie can't get into french kissing -- she feels like her mouth is being invaded. I really miss tongue-tongue action. Maybe I'll make out with a Fluffy Puff.
We're all different.
I compiled my first kernel. I even figured out how to set up Grub to deal with it. I used Maggie's computer for the test bed because she wouldn't care if I screwed up her Linux partition. Also, her computer is 11.5 times faster than the laptop and has more RAM than I know what to do with. I only got the sound card wrong. Otherwise, it's a faster, newer kernel that doesn't crash when I resize the window in Opera. Whooooo! (Update: I rebuilt it with the right sound settings and celebrated with some Blue Rodeo on the mp3 player. You can't beat tiny victories.)
I have an oral fixation. "I have something for you to orally fixate on," she replied. Yeah, but it doesn't have eyes I can look into.
-"seriously folks, they're the best." Dante
