how do you know if your in love with someone ?
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Originally posted by: Julius*
poor poor seven
Originally posted by: Clash
Indeed. Love can make or break a person.
Originally posted by: _sEVEn_
Love rips you a new one most times.
Originally posted by: [Judge]Bravo_1
How to know you're in love:
After 16 hours of a straight diet of various malted spirits and the finest hopps a Welfare check can buy, you find your self at the local jiggly room staring at the anonymous d-cups of a random, faceless dancer through the disorted bottom of a triple JD on the Rocks. Looking down you realize that a night of debauchery has siphoned your life savings, which currently resides in your wallet, down to 5 dollars and a 6-month old condom. You are faced with the triple dilemmas of an empty glass, a drunken excuse for an erection and the wandering attentions of the puslating princess-of-porn in front of you, and you only have the remaining resources to remedy one situation.
As the serving wench passes behind you, and the dancing wench passes ahead, you hand the empty glass to the waitress, pull out that wrinkled old fiver and gently tuck it into the impatient stripper's twisted, beer-soaked garter. "One more song", you whisper. She smiles.
THAT, my friends, is Love.
Originally posted by: [Judge]Bravo_1
How to know you're in love:
After 16 hours of a straight diet of various malted spirits and the finest hopps a Welfare check can buy, you find your self at the local jiggly room staring at the anonymous d-cups of a random, faceless dancer through the disorted bottom of a triple JD on the Rocks. Looking down you realize that a night of debauchery has siphoned your life savings, which currently resides in your wallet, down to 5 dollars and a 6-month old condom. You are faced with the triple dilemmas of an empty glass, a drunken excuse for an erection and the wandering attentions of the puslating princess-of-porn in front of you, and you only have the remaining resources to remedy one situation.
As the serving wench passes behind you, and the dancing wench passes ahead, you hand the empty glass to the waitress, pull out that wrinkled old fiver and gently tuck it into the impatient stripper's twisted, beer-soaked garter. "One more song", you whisper. She smiles.
THAT, my friends, is Love.
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