your wife anna cramling cheerfully, excitedly telling u about her chess victory
| Charismatic Giraffe Ticket Booth | 11/13/23 | | Wine theater stage bbw | 11/13/23 | | Charismatic Giraffe Ticket Booth | 11/13/23 | | Swashbuckling Lay | 11/13/23 | | Effete low-t base | 11/13/23 | | Floppy filthpig | 11/14/23 | | Effete low-t base | 11/14/23 | | provocative school cafeteria nibblets | 11/13/23 | | Effete low-t base | 11/13/23 | | Idiotic Library | 11/13/23 | | peach medicated affirmative action keepsake machete | 11/13/23 | | Harsh Senate Clown | 11/13/23 | | Swashbuckling Lay | 11/14/23 | | Floppy filthpig | 11/14/23 | | Charismatic Giraffe Ticket Booth | 01/13/24 | | Talented Property | 01/13/24 | | Quality Learing Center alumnus | 01/28/26 | | toilet paper | 01/28/26 | | normie as hell and not online at all | 01/28/26 | | adventurous chrome corn cake candlestick maker | 11/14/23 | | beady-eyed old irish cottage | 01/13/24 | | peach medicated affirmative action keepsake machete | 03/15/24 | | Obsidian hilarious station coffee pot | 03/15/24 | | Matthias of Redwall Did Nothing Wrong #Cornflower | 01/28/26 | | peach medicated affirmative action keepsake machete | 01/14/24 | | Charismatic Giraffe Ticket Booth | 03/15/24 | | peach medicated affirmative action keepsake machete | 03/18/24 |
Poast new message in this thread
Date: November 13th, 2023 5:55 PM Author: Swashbuckling Lay
You can feel your rage gathering. You've been locked in your study focused on this particularly complex jurisprudential problem for several hours. The sun has gone down bringing the calm and weight of evening where matters of import are considered and resolved through e-mail, phone, file transfer. The children's mewling diminished by the nanny absconding them to the third-floor nursery, your coffee nearby, you were locked in, feeling the flow of precedential and work product materials buzzing by you across your three screens, coming to a point of synthesis, the Partner's Denouement, the Client's Bounty, What We Are All Here For, and now this, this shrill unthinking idiotically joyful interruption, cracking the cadence of thought at the most beautiful precise moment of intellectual manifestation the fucking whore. You turn your Aeron toward her violently, almost propelling yourself out of it from the rapidity of the maneuver, to shout the spittle-flecked words "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT." And you see already, as they're uttered, the little crushing in her eyes, the shrinking of her ugly light, and you feel a measure of satisfaction without her saying a word. She'll learn something in this interchange, she will. The business of the firm is first and most high. And maybe next time she'll think before she enters the Cathedral, walks its long stone pathway, approaches the high altar.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5443608&forum_id=2Reputation#47052313) |
|
|