I rarely get colds, but was laid out for over a week with the 'flu a few years back over chrimbo. It bought on a nasty chest infection, and rarely suffered from asthma...I almost ended up in hospital.
Next year, I was offered the 'jab, and took it. I was bloody unwell afterwards- milder symptoms, but definately 'flu like. I've not had the jab since, and not had a problem.
I understand the science, but the anecdotal evidence didn't half use a load of lemsip..
Now I'm drawn that way :rascal:
Inspired by the popstar threesomes thread.
Who'd be in yours?
I have a bit of a thang going on for curmudgeonly, sarcastic anti-hero types. On that basis, mine would be;
Hellboy
Me
Shrek.
What's more, especially for the occasion I'd have to have a naff spray-on tan...
and we could be Traffic Lights!
:bounce:
:bounce:Winning a bet! :bounce:
Had I been wrong, the forfeit was just plain :scared:
The stakes were high on both sides.....
YAY!!!!!!
I told you so!
:bounce: :smug: :bounce: :smug: :bounce: :smug: :bounce:
Have you ever heard of a flying imbecile?
*slinks off muttering to herself in despair*
Tip from numptyland, works here there & everywhere.
If you know one or more words in the title you're seeking, press Ctrl + F that brings up a search box, type what you're looking for in there, and it searches the text on the page. Saves hours if you're looking for a needle in a haystack in a lengthy page of text. :thumbup:
I wasn't "allowed" to "go courting" with boys until I was 21. To say she was strict is an understatement.
I lost my 'ninity at 15 at the side of a canal.
At 16 and a smidgin, I fell pregnant. Does that mean I'm "just another statistc?" Blimey, that makes it sound like my life should have been over then & there.
With a much more realistic, IMO healthy, attitude to sex & relationships in the house, the daughter I concieved out of wedlock, (either in a Ford Capri or in my parents bathroom) was three years older than I was when she lost hers. What's far more important than her age is the fact that when she did it, it was for her reasons, and hers alone. Nowt to do with peer pressure, or needing to do it to "keep" a boyfriend.
I believe that one word underlies the vast majority of societies ills, from the man in the street to the top of the tree:
Greed.
Not many of the things that are wrong with the world don't come down to greed in one way or the other.
It's mostly in the eyes. A sultry look upwards though the lashes...accompanied by a slight smile. Or simply holding someones gaze for a moment too long...then there's the other body language- playing with the hair..."subconsciously" running a finger up & down your own thigh...or your neck, drawing attention to the cleavage (if you have one)...getting all suggestive with a glass...
And so it goes on. That's before it even gets verbal.
Apparantly, I flirted with the midwife who delivered me, and then got worse :whistle:
*Reels in horror at the thought of Saddam Hussein swinging.* :shock:
Why is the Rum always gone?