aw man! i missed out on all of the fun! and it appears i'll miss out on even more....going home to see the family for the weekend! you kids TRY to behave!! (who am i kidding, right?)
Originally posted by 13PJ13 aw man! i missed out on all of the fun! and it appears i'll miss out on even more....going home to see the family for the weekend! you kids TRY to behave!! (who am i kidding, right?)
'Fraid I just can't behave myself! Does this mean I get a spanking when you get home? Hee Hee! Have a great weekend!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by setaside2 HEY! I don't kiss ANYONE's ass, mentholated chapstick or NO. I did that boost out of LOVE, sir.
And if you hadn't noticed, it's B.E. asking for the spanking, so how's about you take that paddle ELSEWHERE eh?
And you wouldn't chafe so if you'd just stop putting that damn mary kay foundation everywhere.
Hey! Radar wears those assless chaps? Maybe that's why he needs all that make-up, you know, if you're gonna show it off, you at least want it to look it's best!
He must want me to spank him--showing off those cheeks like that, wearing those "Yankee Rose" David Lee Roth pants! What a naughty boy! Spankie, Spankie!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Radar! She can't be stopped <pant><pant>! She's insatiable! And where the HELL did you get those pants?! Dude those are like WHOA. And HOLY COW. And MOTHER OF GOD.
Thank the lord you've distracted her, I can slip in the front door!
Would somebody get this walking carpet out of my way?
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
Originally posted by Being Enlightened 'Fraid I just can't behave myself! Does this mean I get a spanking when you get home? Hee Hee! Have a great weekend!
girl on girl spanking? i dunno if i'm quite ready for that just yet...
Thank you very much for your comments and conversations. If any lurker is still interested, I have a few books left that I will merrily send your way if asked.
Cue Yellow Ledbetter.
"No Parking"
I go to the mall.
The parking lot is bloated. Not a single slot of space within marathons. I don't want to walk far. I hate walking. Too healthful. Too prissy. I just want to see if they have the new limited edition transforming cabbage patch G.I. plush hulla hoopin' ewok beanies with the edible bikinis and kung fu grip. but I might never know considering everybody and their cult is at this mall. I hunt the lot for a spot but the prey is all but extinct.
all that's available are those handicap parking spots.
how hospitable. the sick and crippled get all the healthy breaks in life. they get to park right splat dab at the front door and just hobble their arrogantly broken bodies in without so much as a heaved pant. not fair. just cuz my legs work doesn't mean I want to use them pretensiously now does it? what if I park out in the leg cramp section and while trudging back I stub a toe, or sprain an ankle, or just die from thirst? all becuz I don't have any physical ailments. hell, the cripples should have to park way out there. They're used to limping so what's a few more miles. they need the excercise. all they do all day long is sit in those snug little wheelchairs, sip snapple, munch rice krispie treats, and watch judge judy. they already have it made.
the hell with 'em.
I'm parking in their devil-damned spot. what are they gonna do about it anyway? limp after me, shaking their canes and drooling, "confarnit!" from their toothless, applesause scented mouths? or maybe chase me down with their wheelchairs? I think I can walk a bit faster than .6 miles per hour, thank you very much. so I pull into a blessed spot that is a mere 8 feet from the main entrance. lovely. I step out of the car, shut the door, and then the ground starts to eat my foot. the concrete has jawed into a maw that has clawed onto my right foot. my poor iddle footsy is being wrenchingly twisted into angles that have yet to be invented. I squeal for help, but all the passers-by are just passing by with frowns tugging down their faces while they make tiny quips from half-cracked lips about the justice and democracy of my pain.
I look down.
chalk is oozing from where my bones had been. it's swirling with the blood and pooling from the mouth and rivering along the concrete. my left foot has remained on the yellow dividing line, but the pang of pain has wobbled it off that bridge and, alas, it too has fallen into the mauling munch of a mouth.
crunch.
crunch.
crunch.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
now I'm home.
still without my limited edition beany thingy.
I do have my snapple, though,
and I do have my rice krispie treats,
and that judge judy can be a bitch sometimes.
Hey Radar, just got the call that your book has arrived. I tried to PM you but YOUR BOX IS FULL (clean it up!). Shall enjoy some this weekend. Thanks a lot! Have a great weekend!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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Hee! Hee! Hee! All the way home!
'Fraid I just can't behave myself! Does this mean I get a spanking when you get home? Hee Hee! Have a great weekend!
If you have to kiss my arse, at least put on chapstick. I chafe easily.
And if you hadn't noticed, it's B.E. asking for the spanking, so how's about you take that paddle ELSEWHERE eh?
And you wouldn't chafe so if you'd just stop putting that damn mary kay foundation everywhere.
Hey! Radar wears those assless chaps? Maybe that's why he needs all that make-up, you know, if you're gonna show it off, you at least want it to look it's best!
He must want me to spank him--showing off those cheeks like that, wearing those "Yankee Rose" David Lee Roth pants! What a naughty boy! Spankie, Spankie!
LMAO! It will be when I'm done! LOL!
Thank the lord you've distracted her, I can slip in the front door!
Would somebody get this walking carpet out of my way?
Ahem, Leia said: "Will somebody get this BIG walking carpet out of my way."
If you must quote SW, at least remember your adjectives.
BTW:
Han watches her start away. He looks at Luke. "No reward is worth this."
girl on girl spanking? i dunno if i'm quite ready for that just yet...
I'm ready.
Thank you very much for your comments and conversations. If any lurker is still interested, I have a few books left that I will merrily send your way if asked.
Cue Yellow Ledbetter.
"No Parking"
I go to the mall.
The parking lot is bloated. Not a single slot of space within marathons. I don't want to walk far. I hate walking. Too healthful. Too prissy. I just want to see if they have the new limited edition transforming cabbage patch G.I. plush hulla hoopin' ewok beanies with the edible bikinis and kung fu grip. but I might never know considering everybody and their cult is at this mall. I hunt the lot for a spot but the prey is all but extinct.
all that's available are those handicap parking spots.
how hospitable. the sick and crippled get all the healthy breaks in life. they get to park right splat dab at the front door and just hobble their arrogantly broken bodies in without so much as a heaved pant. not fair. just cuz my legs work doesn't mean I want to use them pretensiously now does it? what if I park out in the leg cramp section and while trudging back I stub a toe, or sprain an ankle, or just die from thirst? all becuz I don't have any physical ailments. hell, the cripples should have to park way out there. They're used to limping so what's a few more miles. they need the excercise. all they do all day long is sit in those snug little wheelchairs, sip snapple, munch rice krispie treats, and watch judge judy. they already have it made.
the hell with 'em.
I'm parking in their devil-damned spot. what are they gonna do about it anyway? limp after me, shaking their canes and drooling, "confarnit!" from their toothless, applesause scented mouths? or maybe chase me down with their wheelchairs? I think I can walk a bit faster than .6 miles per hour, thank you very much. so I pull into a blessed spot that is a mere 8 feet from the main entrance. lovely. I step out of the car, shut the door, and then the ground starts to eat my foot. the concrete has jawed into a maw that has clawed onto my right foot. my poor iddle footsy is being wrenchingly twisted into angles that have yet to be invented. I squeal for help, but all the passers-by are just passing by with frowns tugging down their faces while they make tiny quips from half-cracked lips about the justice and democracy of my pain.
I look down.
chalk is oozing from where my bones had been. it's swirling with the blood and pooling from the mouth and rivering along the concrete. my left foot has remained on the yellow dividing line, but the pang of pain has wobbled it off that bridge and, alas, it too has fallen into the mauling munch of a mouth.
crunch.
crunch.
crunch.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
now I'm home.
still without my limited edition beany thingy.
I do have my snapple, though,
and I do have my rice krispie treats,
and that judge judy can be a bitch sometimes.
LMAO! doesn't surprise me....
and Judge Judy is a bitch!
Bitch in heat!
well, not that you needed to know that.
And heck, without you, I'd never have been cheerfully molested by Being Enlightened, which, if you read it out loud, is a highly intriguing hobby.
I suggest it happen to everyone.
But I shall miss it terribly, regardless. Rot, that is. The molestation my continue so I won't HAVE to miss it.
Seta
PS I'm with Radar. Bring on the 13/enlightened combo
It won't be any fun if you're there
I get them next week.
LMAO! Oh Behave!
I didn't really mean it anyway!
I hate to disappoint people and that would have given me ample occasion to do so.
bring it on, sister.
He's got an interpreter?
Ahhhhhhh, forget it. Too easy.
Be kind to Rot and it will be kind to you.
LOL!
I'll be kind!
I really thought I was being quite clear...
beg to differ. i tend to believe it'll be more fun.
and i swear that's not just the wine talking
As clear as spandex.