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03 January 2007, 04:57 PM
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Originally Posted by TelBoy
Come along Clare, a nice picture of the two of you or a bit of cheap Ann Summers kit is *just* what you need after he's just made a total **** of himself, don't be so silly 
03 January 2007, 05:03 PM
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I bought her a big bunch of pink lillies a couple of weeks back,
You could get her a card that says sorry on it and inside it write something like this:
I'm sorry for not paying attention to you while on the phone I was in fact examining other female forms while talking to you, which distracted me.
Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
Let me make it up to you by taking off your top and letting me powerboat those mothers!!!!!
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03 January 2007, 07:38 PM
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ok another womens view here!!!! well it really does depend on what u did or said!! but u could have a romantic night in, cook her something really nice (if ya cant cook get a take away n take it out of packets b4 she gets home!!) a few candles, some nice wine, maybe even a nice red rose!!! this shouldnt be too expensive but shows u av put a bit of thought into making her night special!!
it might be a bit mushy but nothing wrong with that once in a while!!! especially if ur in the dog house
it might be a bit mushy but nothing wrong with that once in a while!!! especially if ur in the dog house
03 January 2007, 07:43 PM
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Originally Posted by Norman D. Landing
1. Start a new thread.
2. Post a picture of her naked.
3. We all comment on how we'd "Give her one", "Blow the back doors off it" etc.
4. You show her the thread.
5. She realises how much you/we appreciate her form and feels all reassured.
Could work ?
2. Post a picture of her naked.
3. We all comment on how we'd "Give her one", "Blow the back doors off it" etc.
4. You show her the thread.
5. She realises how much you/we appreciate her form and feels all reassured.
Could work ?
Blow the back doors off
im gonna use that saturday night
03 January 2007, 08:23 PM
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A weekend away, somewhere nice and romantic. Plus it doesn't have to break the bank, you can get cheap flights to places like Barcelona or Rome. And then spend a little bit of money on extra finishing touches, so that it doesn't look like a cheapskate holiday.
03 January 2007, 08:30 PM
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Originally Posted by Kuohu
A weekend away, somewhere nice and romantic. Plus it doesn't have to break the bank, you can get cheap flights to places like Barcelona or Rome. And then spend a little bit of money on extra finishing touches, so that it doesn't look like a cheapskate holiday.
03 January 2007, 08:46 PM
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Originally Posted by DaGurl
hahah......well......how abwt giving her keys to take a ride in your scooby dooby doooo?.... :-D hahahhaha.....defo wud work with me.....hihih :-)
03 January 2007, 08:59 PM
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Originally Posted by DaGurl
hahah......well......how abwt giving her keys to take a ride in your scooby dooby doooo?.... :-D hahahhaha.....defo wud work with me.....hihih :-)
I'm 13 years old, have spent the last 5 years texting all my mates on my PAYG mobile, and don't know how to spell.
03 January 2007, 09:18 PM
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Originally Posted by Lydia72
A very sincere apology 
Darlin is that you?
03 January 2007, 09:19 PM
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Originally Posted by DaGurl
hahah......well......how abwt giving her keys to take a ride in your scooby dooby doooo?.... :-D hahahhaha.....defo wud work with me.....hihih :-)
03 January 2007, 09:20 PM
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Originally Posted by Robbie T
Is it no coincidence that you have the same fairly uncommon name as her?
Darlin is that you?
Darlin is that you?
03 January 2007, 09:20 PM
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Originally Posted by FlightMan
Now then, I've run this through the universal translator, and it comes out as:
I'm 13 years old, have spent the last 5 years texting all my mates on my PAYG mobile, and don't know how to spell.
I'm 13 years old, have spent the last 5 years texting all my mates on my PAYG mobile, and don't know how to spell.
Real txt spkrs wouldn't waste so many characters on dots. 
It's someone inventing a new ID for themselves for the purposes of fishing, I reckon.
03 January 2007, 09:21 PM
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Originally Posted by DaGurl
hahah......well......how abwt giving her keys to take a ride in your scooby dooby doooo?.... :-D hahahhaha.....defo wud work with me.....hihih :-)
In which case i won't on two accounts :
1. I sold it a while ago
2. She didn't like it 'cos it was "chavvy" (how ironic
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03 January 2007, 09:29 PM
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Originally Posted by Robbie T
Is it no coincidence that you have the same fairly uncommon name as her?
Darlin is that you?
Darlin is that you?
03 January 2007, 09:32 PM
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If the situation goes too far send her this. |Poss SIAL
Dear *****,
I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things.
I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt.
And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just perfect body.
**** like you wouldn't believe and an *** that just wouldn't quit.
Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial.What does a perfect body mean?
Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive wife?
I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yoghurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete?
And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean?
Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagne.
She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're ****ing away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad,too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't you ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy."
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, shes just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time.
She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general.
She's pulling for us to get back together, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times.
Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole **** thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true. In your heart you must know it.
Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.
If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.
Otherwise, can you let me know where the ****ing TV remote is.
Dear *****,
I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things.
I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt.
And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.She was young, maybe 19; with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just perfect body.
**** like you wouldn't believe and an *** that just wouldn't quit.
Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial.What does a perfect body mean?
Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive wife?
I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd tossed her about a half a pint of throat yoghurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete?
And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean?
Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagne.
She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.
Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're ****ing away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad,too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't you ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy."
Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, shes just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time.
She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general.
She's pulling for us to get back together, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times.
Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole **** thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true. In your heart you must know it.
Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.
If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.
Otherwise, can you let me know where the ****ing TV remote is.
