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Posted on 04/02/2012 12:33:56 PM PDT by trailhkr1
Cops: Accused Prostitute Offered Undercover Officer Sex For Cheeseburgers Off McDonald's Dollar Menu
The woman, the detective reported, replied that the pair could go have sexual intercourse if I bought her two double cheese burgers off the dollar menu at McDonalds. The cop added, I agreed to the deal and purchased the hamburgers for $2.75.
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Works for me. I haven’t had pina colada in so long I wouldn’t know what goes in one. I just know I need one! With an umbrella! And... and... fruit! And lots and lots of Pinas!
This thread needs a shrubbery. I’ll have to work on that when I get home.
One that looks nice. And not too expensive.
"One that looks nice. And not too expensive."
And grows coffee beans on it.
And how does mom feel about being a mom-in-law?
Good! He is a good man, they compliment each other, and they love each other. :-)
May they have many years of joy and happiness, and may you be blessed with grandchildren to spoil.
I managed to pick up a bouquet of red roses, and a boutineer on the way to city hall. After the wedding, he was trying to take the rose off his shirt, and a petal fell off, then another. I told the kids they better be careful because each petal represented a child, and at that moment a third petal fell off. My daughters eyes widened, and she said “Be careful with that! 3 is enough!” LOL!
I just saw your tag line!
It must be true!
When Zuzu's petals fell off, George put them in his watch pocket to "Fix it, Daddy!"
Later, when he got his "wish", the petals were gone, and so were his kids!
Hope y’all are having a lovely evening. Mr. Sg put starting the garden on my schedule. When I plan a garden, it’s usually six square feet. His is 24 feet at one end, 55 feet long, and 13 feet at the other end. We only picked up the plants, seeds and supplies on Monday and Tuesday. This should be interesting. Now I do all the tasks I postponed all day. SYL, or, if not, sweet dreams!
Remember when he found Zuzu’s petals? I always cry at that.
Actually, if I recall correctly, George always tears up when he feels them in his pocket. Then the smile spreads across his face, lighting up his eyes, and he is so grateful to be alive!
Did I mention I like Jimmy Stewart?
‘a dress and matching shirt for me and my boyfriend’,
Yes, nothing says whipped like a shirt that matches your girlfriend’s dress. Did he make it to prom at least? :)
Hmmm. Not to be unduly critical, but, as the father of ten, six living, you can probably guess that, while I understand the humor angle, that comment falls rather flat in my presence.
As background I should mention that my harrowing adventures have included a considerable amount of time in the Intensive Care Nursery at our local hospital where I have seen some of the most precious treasures on Earth drift beyond all mankind's ability to preserve their frail lives. The ICN nursing staff have constitutions of iron; were I forced to work in that environment; subject repeatedly to the stark reality that the fullness of human effort stands so often naked and helpless to save "the least of these," I would have been consigned to an asylum as a blithering madman many long years ago. As it is, I am forever scarred by my own brief excursions beyond all hope.
The Day of Justice will be a fine day, indeed.
I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just...
I apologize (but, then again, you didn't see this kid).
I worked for three years in a children's hospital and I understand your sentiment. It was quite different to make decisions regarding whether the hospital had appropriate consent for surgery when I was standing in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, or in PICU, than sitting at a desk near the top of a office building downtown. The burnout factor for NICU and PICU nurses was incredibly high, as it was for nurses working on the cancer unit. I had many days where I finished addressing some issues then rushed home to hug my kids.
But this child didn't have a defect. He simply looked like his father. His very happy father.
I’m still going with kittens. Of course, babies stay cute longer.
Cheated death again. If I die young(ish), it will be the teen drivers that did it. But at least we have crickets.
How’s your baby, HK? Kathleen would like to roll over, but she’s too fat!
Heres a coffee cup tree.
My kind of shrubbery. It turns excess carbon dioxide into caffeine.
Solve all the world’s problem with a good cup of joe.
Now that is a fine coffee tree!
No need; no offense taken. It's just that experience has cooled my taste for some of the baby jokes. I've ended up in that camp where all survivors rate an automatic 10 for having beaten the odds.
He simply looked like his father. His very happy father.
Bald as a cue ball, and toothless?
Probably didn't need a shave, though...
All sane men do, my FRiend.
With that in mind, I wonder what life would be like if we had a confrontation between Israel and a newly-nuked up Iran simultaneous with an internecine war in China between the dominant factions of a Communist Party torn apart by tensions brought to the surface by this Bo Xilai murder situation.
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