Have you ever considered how the act of driving and the expectation that everyone will drive on the correct side of the road means that you are trusting complete strangers with your well-being every time you get in a car?
I can understand, to some degree, the fascination with seeing your wife/woman get f*cked by another man. I personally don't have any desire to make something like that a reality, but I can understand it.
What I want to know is why you only share the good parts, the sex, with...
if someone answers me with a question too!
Why can't just say, "No, I don't wanna answer it."
Maybe it's better than hearing another question which might bounce back as an insult or sarcasm that can rip my heart apart.
What's your background?
2. When's the last time you danced?
3. Is your fridge running?
4. Did you turn off your stove?
5. Open the gate, Who do you hate? That's your date
6. I wanna know.. If you've ever seen the rain
6. Are you good at math?
8. Un plus un=?
9. What's the...
question then the conversations I have with people would die really quickly. Like before the random question it'll look like...
"So what's your favorite color?"
"Oh? Me too! That's a great color!"
But then that's where it ends and if you aren't going to put...
Once you get a face or neck tattoo aren't you pretty much pegged as far as career choices? You've got a choice of musician, tattoo artist or criminal.
I have to admit, particularly in the case of the face ink, the latter seems to be the more common option. I suppose the whole...