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Andrew wrote:Yeah...me too (you sentimental old bugger)...mine puts up with everything from me, and my job (this site) and therefore, everything you all do also!
What a saint
RockinDeano wrote:I do. I love the way she loves me...the way she forgives me, the way she gets on me and the way she motivates me. I like the way she pushes me, and wants me to be a better guy to her and thus myself, making us both better...I love it whem she lets me do things I probably shouldn't be doing. I love it that her smile and touch are always with me, even if she ohysically isn't. I love seeing her eyes at night when I wake up from a darkened dream. I love it that all my friends like her. I love her when she does the small things that are in fact small, but looms larger down the road of love. I love her mostly when she carries my two unborn sons and takes excessively great care in doing so, I love it when she hates me going on cross country train trips because she needs me and she needs me to wait on her hand a foot with a purpose of team work. I flatout miss her.
I miss my Lula. Next time, we go together,ok?
Anyone else echo my thoughts?
AR wrote:Going against the grain here, I think my wife is a heretic and a witch. I truly fear for my life and do not sleep at night as she might cast a spell on me. Poison, weapons, all are of no use. My only hope is to subdue her when she takes the form of a bat. Then I can burn her at the stake and the evil will begone. Finally I will be free.
NealIsGod wrote:AR wrote:Going against the grain here, I think my wife is a heretic and a witch. I truly fear for my life and do not sleep at night as she might cast a spell on me. Poison, weapons, all are of no use. My only hope is to subdue her when she takes the form of a bat. Then I can burn her at the stake and the evil will begone. Finally I will be free.
I thought I was the only one. Mine takes the form of a black cat and attempts to suck out my soul through my nose. My only weapon against her is this:
I thought I was the only one. Mine takes the form of a black cat and attempts to suck out my soul through my nose. My only weapon against her is this:
AR wrote:I thought I was the only one. Mine takes the form of a black cat and attempts to suck out my soul through my nose. My only weapon against her is this:
You are very fortunate to have forged such a mighty weapon!
Just last night I clubbed my wife over the head and submerged her in the bathtub. I thought my ordeal was finally over with. Unfortunately in a combination of desperation and exhaustion I had forgotten that witches are made of wood and can float.
AR wrote:I thought I was the only one. Mine takes the form of a black cat and attempts to suck out my soul through my nose. My only weapon against her is this:
You are very fortunate to have forged such a mighty weapon!
Just last night I clubbed my wife over the head and submerged her in the bathtub. I thought my ordeal was finally over with. Unfortunately in a combination of desperation and exhaustion I had forgotten that witches are made of wood and can float.
Who are you, who are so wise in the ways of science?
If she is made of wood, then she should weigh the same as a duck, right?
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