I'm hungover.
It's a terrible thing.
I overindulged.
Partied until the wee hours.
I had a one night stand.
It seemed so right.
The romance was so intoxicating.
So delightful.
The pleasure drew me in.
Captivated me.
Stripped away my inhibitions.
Loosened my standards.
I can't respect myself in the morning.
I'm a naughty, naughty girl.
A very bad, naughty, naughty girl.
I guess I'm just a sucker when it's so cool, smooth and hard.
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You are too funny! It's okay, I still respect you ;=)
That stuff is so good!
Oh my! It's terrible when food is our lover. Better than sex? Maybe. LOL.
Peppermint Bark is sent from Heaven so it is ok.
LMAO. You're so hilarious. I ate my tin in less than a week. Mostly by myself. And when my husband asked me how much it cost, it was after Christmas so I lied about how much money I'd saved.
What is this love that you speak of??? I must have!
Oh my goodness I almost fell off my chair laughing so hard...you're such a pig, that's why I luv ya!
Lucy
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