Formatting C

[jr_red]

It takes three alarms and a phone call to get me out of bed in the morning.  I sleep so soundly, I could probably take a cock in the ass without waking (a couple of you are welcome to try, by the way).

One of the alarms is actually my cell phone, which plays a rendition of The Brady Bunch Theme Song I whistled into it's microphone when I first

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[thesadpunk]

I guess this was the polite way of telling me we won't be renting bikes.

[jr_red]

We'll see.

[thesadpunk]

Which is the maternal way of saying no.

[improperbrahmin]

Snot is one thing.

In cool-or-cold, windy weather, my biggest enemy is tears.

For some reason or another, my eyes decide to soak my face in cold wind.

If I have to walk somewhere more distant than a half-mile in such conditions, I inevitably arrive looking as though I've just had an all-out breakdown.

[jr_red]

I suffered through a little bit of that in the beginning actually.

Using my handicap to my advantage, I repositioned my glasses in a way they deflected the wind. I only seem to tear up when it works it's way around the lenses and blows directly into my eye.

[jr_red]

I leave my doors unlocked at night. If you can get past the dogs, my room is upstairs.

[jdhorner]

two and a half hours sleep

so you WERE taking a cock in the ass.

[jr_red]

I was formatting Kate's computer. It was actually almost as painful (yet satisfying) as taking one in the rear, though.