Only the one's with kids. It was one step above fuzzy dice not only spoken for but child support pending if he gets caught. I skipped garters and went straight to panties. I had to call my granddad to get me back into school over that one.
I have a set that one of my daughters wore hanging in my 57 chevy right now. They were in all of my hot rod's. BTW she is 42 year's old now !!! LOL
I never had dice, when the missus and I started dating she just went into the girls room and wrote in lipstick on the mirror, "Stay away from Beaner, he's mine!!!!!" One of the girls I knew took me in there and showed me and yes they were calling me Beaner way back then, just for different reasons.
Well that is kind of what fuzzy dice and baby shoes are all about, well there may be a camel toe in the equation. Don't worry about them guys, they don't know either one of us. We're good as far as I'm concerned.
You're only problem is that your tongue is suffocating, I try and give mine a little air everyday at least once. Like this Ahhhhh now I am ready for my drive to the store.
You don't really want one, little camel toes turn into teenage camel toes. Then you have to learn to get surley with all the teenage camel toe chasers.
I remember them...They were a WARNING!! If you were making out in the back seat, the baby shoes were supposed to remind you of what could happen!!!!!
I just recently finished with my 3rd teenage girl, my own, an adopted one and my oldset grandaughter. I am not sure which one was the hardest but I can tell you for fact I have not lost my touch. Always had a hard fast rule, no boys that donot come by the house. For whatever reason all the girls didn't have a real problem with the rule. The grandaughter thought I was a little old fashoined, but she managed to abide anyway. Her first boy friend was sitting on the deck with me having a cup of coffee. He said that he didn't drink coffee but he managed. Anyway about 10 minutes into our conversation he tells me that his last girl friend broke up with him because he was not well enough endowed. Weren't his exact words but that is the gist of it. I smiled and told him that I didn't let my girl date boys with low intellegence, and he said that he didn't understand. So I told him to think about what he just told me. Then I escorted him out. As Bugs Bunny would say what a maroon. I went to explain to the girl and she said, "Gma and I were listening in the kitchen I guess no more football players, right?" But back to baby shoes, they are just a way of being a proud papa I think. I hung some off the mirror of my motor cycle but they made my nose hurt so I took them off.
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