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Mrs. Tufnel's water just broke! (1 Viewer)

oh, and glll.

remember, as your baby will soon tell you "SLEEP IS FOR WUSSIES!!!" (it may sound like screaming.)

 
Dearest Fun,

So what can I say, I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I am driving to the hospital, and I just know that we are growing apart. It's really not you. It's me, it's the choices I have made. The places I have put certain appendages. I know you cautioned me. You have always been the smart one.

But I went ahead anyways...I did it, and now the manifestation of my decision is drawing nigh. So I wanted to bid my last "adieu," and when I am ankle deep in baby [POOPOO!!!!111], vomit, and "THE GIRLFRIEND'S GUIDE TO NOT SELLING YOUR BABY TO GYPSIES©" I will think fondly of you, and all the time we spent together. For I feel that once I am free to discover your wonders once again, I will be a much older man than I seem now, and you will not be as attainable to me.

I will miss you. Sweet kisses.

-Nigel
Yo T,Kill the "sweet kisses" bull####. I haven't seen you and your "We'll still hang out" ### since your wedding. Why the hell are you writing me now? I've got a few suggestions for where you can stick that appendage of yours. As my memories of you fade, I replace them with hazy, alcohol-fueled semi-memories of nights spent with Homer J and nearly-divorced women. Don't write me anymore you loser.

FU

N

 
Dearest Fun,

So what can I say, I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I am driving to the hospital, and I just know that we are growing apart. It's really not you. It's me, it's the choices I have made. The places I have put certain appendages. I know you cautioned me. You have always been the smart one.

But I went ahead anyways...I did it, and now the manifestation of my decision is drawing nigh. So I wanted to bid my last "adieu," and when I am ankle deep in baby [POOPOO!!!!111], vomit, and "THE GIRLFRIEND'S GUIDE TO NOT SELLING YOUR BABY TO GYPSIES©" I will think fondly of you, and all the time we spent together. For I feel that once I am free to discover your wonders once again, I will be a much older man than I seem now, and you will not be as attainable to me.

I will miss you. Sweet kisses.

-Nigel
Yo T,Kill the "sweet kisses" bull####. I haven't seen you and your "We'll still hang out" ### since your wedding. Why the hell are you writing me now? I've got a few suggestions for where you can stick that appendage of yours. As my memories of you fade, I replace them with hazy, alcohol-fueled semi-memories of nights spent with Homer J and nearly-divorced women. Don't write me anymore you loser.

FU

N
:thumbup: I love you, Fun. Let's stay together forever! :rolleyes:

 
Dearest Fun,

So what can I say, I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I am driving to the hospital, and I just know that we are growing apart. It's really not you. It's me, it's the choices I have made. The places I have put certain appendages. I know you cautioned me. You have always been the smart one.

But I went ahead anyways...I did it, and now the manifestation of my decision is drawing nigh. So I wanted to bid my last "adieu," and when I am ankle deep in baby [POOPOO!!!!111], vomit, and "THE GIRLFRIEND'S GUIDE TO NOT SELLING YOUR BABY TO GYPSIES©" I will think fondly of you, and all the time we spent together. For I feel that once I am free to discover your wonders once again, I will be a much older man than I seem now, and you will not be as attainable to me.

I will miss you. Sweet kisses.

-Nigel
Yo T,Kill the "sweet kisses" bull####. I haven't seen you and your "We'll still hang out" ### since your wedding. Why the hell are you writing me now? I've got a few suggestions for where you can stick that appendage of yours. As my memories of you fade, I replace them with hazy, alcohol-fueled semi-memories of nights spent with Homer J and nearly-divorced women. Don't write me anymore you loser.

FU

N
:goodposting: I love you, Fun. Let's stay together forever! :wub:
Flight booked today. Fun better still be around when I get there.
 
Dearest Fun,

So what can I say, I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I am driving to the hospital, and I just know that we are growing apart. It's really not you. It's me, it's the choices I have made. The places I have put certain appendages. I know you cautioned me. You have always been the smart one.

But I went ahead anyways...I did it, and now the manifestation of my decision is drawing nigh. So I wanted to bid my last "adieu," and when I am ankle deep in baby [POOPOO!!!!111], vomit, and "THE GIRLFRIEND'S GUIDE TO NOT SELLING YOUR BABY TO GYPSIES©" I will think fondly of you, and all the time we spent together. For I feel that once I am free to discover your wonders once again, I will be a much older man than I seem now, and you will not be as attainable to me.

I will miss you. Sweet kisses.

-Nigel
Yo T,Kill the "sweet kisses" bull####. I haven't seen you and your "We'll still hang out" ### since your wedding. Why the hell are you writing me now? I've got a few suggestions for where you can stick that appendage of yours. As my memories of you fade, I replace them with hazy, alcohol-fueled semi-memories of nights spent with Homer J and nearly-divorced women. Don't write me anymore you loser.

FU

N
:goodposting: I love you, Fun. Let's stay together forever! :wub:
Flight booked today. Fun better still be around when I get there.
Fun and Homer are like peas and carrots. :wub:
 
Dearest Fun,

So what can I say, I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I am driving to the hospital, and I just know that we are growing apart. It's really not you. It's me, it's the choices I have made. The places I have put certain appendages. I know you cautioned me. You have always been the smart one.

But I went ahead anyways...I did it, and now the manifestation of my decision is drawing nigh. So I wanted to bid my last "adieu," and when I am ankle deep in baby [POOPOO!!!!111], vomit, and "THE GIRLFRIEND'S GUIDE TO NOT SELLING YOUR BABY TO GYPSIES©" I will think fondly of you, and all the time we spent together. For I feel that once I am free to discover your wonders once again, I will be a much older man than I seem now, and you will not be as attainable to me.

I will miss you. Sweet kisses.

-Nigel
Yo T,Kill the "sweet kisses" bull####. I haven't seen you and your "We'll still hang out" ### since your wedding. Why the hell are you writing me now? I've got a few suggestions for where you can stick that appendage of yours. As my memories of you fade, I replace them with hazy, alcohol-fueled semi-memories of nights spent with Homer J and nearly-divorced women. Don't write me anymore you loser.

FU

N
:thumbup: I love you, Fun. Let's stay together forever! :bye:
Flight booked today. Fun better still be around when I get there.
Fun and Homer are like peas and carrots. :cry:
Is it pea?
 
Dearest Fun,

So what can I say, I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I am driving to the hospital, and I just know that we are growing apart. It's really not you. It's me, it's the choices I have made. The places I have put certain appendages. I know you cautioned me. You have always been the smart one.

But I went ahead anyways...I did it, and now the manifestation of my decision is drawing nigh. So I wanted to bid my last "adieu," and when I am ankle deep in baby [POOPOO!!!!111], vomit, and "THE GIRLFRIEND'S GUIDE TO NOT SELLING YOUR BABY TO GYPSIES©" I will think fondly of you, and all the time we spent together. For I feel that once I am free to discover your wonders once again, I will be a much older man than I seem now, and you will not be as attainable to me.

I will miss you. Sweet kisses.

-Nigel
Yo T,Kill the "sweet kisses" bull####. I haven't seen you and your "We'll still hang out" ### since your wedding. Why the hell are you writing me now? I've got a few suggestions for where you can stick that appendage of yours. As my memories of you fade, I replace them with hazy, alcohol-fueled semi-memories of nights spent with Homer J and nearly-divorced women. Don't write me anymore you loser.

FU

N
:rolleyes:
 
Welcome to the world little Ghengis Tufnel. I trust mother and baby are doing well, and that Nigel has been kept away from the pharmacuetical locker while in the hospital.

 
Has the breast feeding begun yet? How about for the baby?
I don't get the allure of this. Seriously. Don't get me wrong. When you look at them and they're going :thumbup: back at you, that doesn't suck. But am I the only one who doesn't like the idea of boobs spitting at him?
You're missing out my friend. Nectar of the Gods.
You mean there was bourbon coming out of those things and my wife didn't tell me? :goodposting:
 

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