Texting and driving while pregnant. You're gonna be a great motherI was driving. Completely my fault though.
I did totally yell "OMG JERLE???!!!!???" and my husband was like 'wtf?' and then gasped at the size of the jaw.
It did look more feminine though.
.....who the fuck said anything about texting? retard. my husband was in the car with me.Texting and driving while pregnant. You're gonna be a great mother
That's anyone's game. It's obvious he no longer possesses testicles.Whose ovaries are bigger, yours or your husband's?
Texting=typing on your phone, which is no different from posting. And um I got that impression um because you um, sort of um gave \that impression.Also LOL@ driving while pregnant.
What the fuck are you talking about? Go back and read her post, the one you quoted. Where does she say she was texting or posting while driving? It's incredibly clear she was driving and talking with her husband who was a passenger.Texting=typing on your phone, which is no different from posting. And um I got that impression um because you um, sort of um gave \that impression.
Ttexting and driving = phrase. texting and driving while pregnant = bigger phrase
I didn't know pregnancy also makes women dumb. Learn something new every day
Confirmed rustled, someone get him an ugly Korean girl to practice his Korean on to calm him down.I took "I was driving" to mean "I didn't post the pic because I typed that boring story while driving."
In my defense, my brain has evolved to skim past Etoille's posts because my quota of diamonds and husband and lawyer references is filled for life.
I'm sorry that my years of failure seem to have culminated in a halfway decent relationship bro.This thread disappoints so much latelyNot that I have anything to contribute because my relationship is going swimmingly.
Actually, you finally landing on your feet is a nice happy story that I enjoyI'm sorry that my years of failure seem to have culminated in a halfway decent relationship bro.
The girlfriend did have a bit of a crying bout last night though. I had gone over to her place for dinner, and we were having a post-coitus snuggle. She had some work to do on some psychology project or presentation she was working on with one of her former teachers, so I said I'd get going to get out of her hair. She had earlier suggested I bring a magazine or something to read, but I'd gone to her place right after work and I get up at 6am, so it seemed kind of pointless to stick around. Naturally I hear a little whimper of an "okay" when I say I'm going to take off, and the water works turn on. She was reluctant to say much, but the ghist of it is that she was upset that we don't get to spend much time together outside of just going to one or the other's place in the evening, because we have polar opposite schedules while she continues to waitress while applying for "real" jobs. I told her not to worry, she'd find a good 9-5 type job sooner or later, and that was about it. Naturally I stayed over and had to get up at 5:30am instead to go home, change and shower etc.