I need to get a life. I have a blog about dating and I cannot get a date to save my life. It is pitiful really. So, to bide my time I have conversations about the dog fighting scandal such as this;
spankie: i feel so strongly about this....i am willing to place a little bet
sexual chocolate: that if the charges are dropped, he'll play again?
spankie: not feeling so confident with ten bucks on the line huh? money....mouth
sexual chocolate: I'm saying for some reason they are dropped his career isn't over
spankie: they will NOT be dropped
sexual chocolate: hypothetically, stranger things have happened
spankie: what if i got a pony tomorrow....want to speculate on that? just as likely
sexual chocolate: if you get a pony tomorrow, I'll give you ten bucks
spankie: i will name her buttercup and brush her mane daily. i will love her and pandora will be SO JEALOUS that she plots against the pony. she will tear up my favorite stuff and plant it on buttercup
sexual chocolate: it's funny because it's true
spankie: i will find horse poop (carefully placed by pandora) on my pillow. she will teach buttercup to say "whoooreeeeee" anytime i approach (in a whinny sort of way) i will come to the stable and buttercup will be wearing my bustier. Using my electric toothbrush, drinking my LAST beer.
sexual chocolate: you're crazy
It is official. I need to get laid. My fantasy life is revolving around a pony and not a donkey.