So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew

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So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I am rolling my eyes and sighing and commenting about how you should have gotten more exercise.
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

Sounds like you miss her like I miss WASHINGTON DAMMIT
 
I like Hallmark stories like this one.

Stew + Beer > Wife
 
I like Hallmark stories like this one.

Stew + Beer > Wife

Disagree.

I have a wife who makes the beef stew, lets me watch football all day Saturday without bitching, lets me get away with a pretty low amount of household chores, and provides the occasional 3rd quarter blow job.

And fuck off, no pics. She's my wife, not some random sloot.

 
I like Hallmark stories like this one.

Stew + Beer > Wife

Disagree.

I have a wife who makes the beef stew, lets me watch football all day Saturday without bitching, lets me get away with a pretty low amount of household chores, and provides the occasional 3rd quarter blow job.

And fuck off, no pics. She's my wife, not some random sloot.

So, wht you're saying is that she was a random sloot _before_ she married you.
 
I like Hallmark stories like this one.

Stew + Beer > Wife

Disagree.

I have a wife who makes the beef stew, lets me watch football all day Saturday without bitching, lets me get away with a pretty low amount of household chores, and provides the occasional 3rd quarter blow job.

And fuck off, no pics. She's my wife, not some random sloot.

So, wht you're saying is that she was a random sloot _before_ she married you.

Aren't they all?
 
I like Hallmark stories like this one.

Stew + Beer > Wife

Disagree.

I have a wife who makes the beef stew, lets me watch football all day Saturday without bitching, lets me get away with a pretty low amount of household chores, and provides the occasional 3rd quarter blow job.

And fuck off, no pics. She's my wife, not some random sloot.

Disagree
 
I like Hallmark stories like this one.

Stew + Beer > Wife

Disagree.

I have a wife who makes the beef stew, lets me watch football all day Saturday without bitching, lets me get away with a pretty low amount of household chores, and provides the occasional 3rd quarter blow job.

And fuck off, no pics. She's my wife, not some random sloot.

she's a random sloot to the rest of us. Quit being selfish.
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

Pro-tip: 25 year old single mothers give better head than single 18 year olds. Desperation yields great dick sucking.
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

As long as she doesn't spill my stew...
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

Pro-tip: 25 year old single mothers give better head than single 18 year olds. Desperation yields great dick sucking.

I aspire to be like you some day ...

 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

Pro-tip: 25 year old single mothers give better head than single 18 year olds. Desperation yields great dick sucking.
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

Pro-tip: 25 year old single mothers give better head than single 18 year olds. Desperation yields great dick sucking.

3:08 for those too fucking lazy to listen to the wisdom of the Bloodhound Gang.
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

As long as she doesn't spill my stew...

Isn't that the point of a BJ, or was that not a double entendre?
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

As long as she doesn't spill my stew...

Isn't that the point of a BJ, or was that not a double entendre?

Wasn't my intent... though I considered there was the risk that it could be interpreted that way, but is has a certain nasty imagery that makes me afraid to see how "spill my stew" might be defined on the urban dictionary.

My intent was more innocent and wholesome. I really am proud of my developed skill to be nearly horizontal on my couch and eat stew or drink IPA.

Fuck... now even the phrase eat stew sounds nasty...
 
So I'm lying on the couch eating beef stew (which I made from scratch today) out of heavy white bowls that my ex bought from Crate & Barrel before she moved out -- and I'm thinking -- this is pretty nice.

I'm proud of this ability that I've developed to rest the bowl on my upper chest, just below my chin, and eat this tasty stew without spilling any. If the ex was still here, she'd be rolling her eyes and sighing and commenting about how I should have gotten more exercise than cleaning out the garage and making stew, and she'd fail to appreciate my deft eating while relaxing abilities.

Next to me is a heavy chilled pint glass of IPA, which I've also learned to drink while reclining on my couch.

It's been a good day in fact, having my house all to myself.

The only thing that would have made it better, is if the Huskies won yesterday.

I would think:

A blow job from the just turned 18 year old across the street > Huskie win yesterday

As long as she doesn't spill my stew...

Isn't that the point of a BJ, or was that not a double entendre?

Wasn't my intent... though I considered there was the risk that it could be interpreted that way, but is has a certain nasty imagery that makes me afraid to see how "spill my stew" might be defined on the urban dictionary.

My intent was more innocent and wholesome. I really am proud of my developed skill to be nearly horizontal on my couch and eat stew or drink IPA.

Fuck... now even the phrase eat stew sounds nasty...

At this rate slurpin stew could be the new citrus
 
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