Bulldogs are by far the the fattest, cutest little pile of puppy you could ever lay your eyes on. They'll gladly chill out on the coach with you and eat your leftovers, and will even drool on you to show affection. How could you not love that?
You are ODD COLOURED!You are always in a diffrent mood and you don't care about what people say you like doing your own thing!Good on you stay like that!!!!:)
Go. Go. Go. That's basically all you ever do, which is possible thanks to a little energy boost in your beverage. So when all your friends are passed out on the bar, you're still vivaciously tearing it up for the DJ, basically just dancing with yourself. And though Billy Idol said, ''Well there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove'' about said act, he may not be 100 percent right about that-- you're likely to lose your clothes, friends, and mind if you're not careful. Maybe you should find a better way to let go of your inhibitions.
You have mastered the art of sex. You keep your partner interested, and on their toes. You're open minded without being overly crass. No one will get bored with you in the bedroom!
Ultra SexyNice. Love is one of a kind. Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you the fuck out.. Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING.Horny.. Freak in Bed. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. ULTRA SEXY. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE. VERY COMMITTED
By a lonely old river, a castle once stood
Shrouded in shadows, by thicket and wood
No sunshine had shone there, for many a year
Inside, a young maiden was crying a tear
Deafened from birth, and so blind in one eye
Blighted and cursed, from somebody on high
She had never heard rhyming, and never heard song
She never thought life, would be lonely so long
No laughter, or loving, or stories were heard
For twenty years, no one had spoken a word
This maiden was lonely, this maiden was sad
She yearned for a life, that would make her heart glad
No fish in the river, no birds in the sky
No hope in her heart, as her life passed her by
Resigned to a life, full of silence and pain
Resigned that she must, in the castle remain
One morn, the young maiden was sitting at rest
When she saw a young minstrel, appear from the West
With a harp on his shoulder, and a song he did bring
He saw the young maiden, and he started to sing
His song born from beauty, from the heavens above
His song, was rejoicing the wonder of love
As he sang it so sweetly, the sun it did shine
And the thicket, surrounding the castle untwined
The lonely old river, then started to flow
The birds were all singing, and the flowers did grow
Some squirrels and rabbits, were hopping along
As the minstrel he played, and he sang her his song
As the maiden sat watching, with much joy and a tear
She heard his sweet song, manifest in her ear
With hearing restored, and her sight in both eyes
The minstrel had given her, lifes greatest prize
As they met in the garden, they kissed for a while
The minstrel was struck, by her beauty and smile
Their tale a real miracle, that had come from above
The minstrel and maiden, had fallen in love.