Just your typical run down, beaten down, slapped down, broken down, shot down, hung down, put down, and kicked around old blind porn writer who's been beaten up, tied up, chewed up, blown up, hung up, screwed up, messed up, held up, and told to shut the fuck up.
If OverMyKneeNow is correct that: The Israeli response has been ridiculously disproportionate and the "what else are we meant to do when they use human shields" argument is disingenuous at bestIf that's so, then how has Hamas kept firing rockets into Israel? The bottom line is simple: Hamas started the fighting. Hamas can end the killing by halting its barrage of rockets on civilians in Israel. The real question is why does Hamas choose to continue the suffering of the people of Gaza?
Morning, Seeker, and welcome back. Busty was beginning to wonder if you'd gotten lost in the great Canadian wilderness.Well, okay, that's not exactly what she said, but you get the idea. Good luck with the story.So what'll you have a shot of, RK: Beaver Breath Brandy, Old Overshoe Whiskey: the despair of Needmore, Ky, or maybe a 5.56 full metal jacketed slug? We aim to please...so to speak.Sharon, you done did Titty Tuesday real good.
Thanks to, Al, all is now revealed, in a manner of speaking. ;)
Your Ladyship is an angel of enlightenment, ever battling against the forces of militant dumbassness. ;)
Sharon, I definitely think you should post Weird Al's words of wisdom on the Resources forum. Thanks.
(slides over a double-shot of Old Overshoe Whiskey: the despair of Needmore, Ky) And what's more, she's driven several strong men to drink...bless her heart.
Morning, Lushketeers. Welcome, Sir Radiant. May I introduce Her Ladyship, the sublime Sharon? (reads her last post, takes a long pull on a bottle of Beaver Breath Brandy to help him recover) Here's hoping she graces us with a link to her upcoming, so to speak, semi-autobiographical story the moment it's posted. As for, Dirty Martini, I'm agraid our very own 'Jersey Boy' is off wandering in the ozone somewhere south of, Nutly, NJ, no doubt searching for another honky-tonk where he hasn't already run up an over-extended, mega-bloated bar tab. It could, of course, be a very long hunt.
Colons work best with non-fiction...quotation marks, especially for dialogue, is pretty standard for fiction. Example #2, combining both, is redundant and would probably get whacked by most editors.It's usually best to let words, not attention-grabbing punctuation marks, carry the story, imo.
It's the 4th of JulyHappy Birthday to US. Happy Birthday to US. Happy Birthday to the US of A. Happy Birthday to US. (Go ahead, click on the link. You'll be glad you did. Besides, it only lasts one minute, honest.)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOL0-hKyySA&feature=youtube_gdata_playerI'll drink to that. Hell, I am drinking to that. ;)And speaking of drinking, welcome to the seediest site in Lushland, Samjo. Don't worry about that drinking age crap. Here in the Free State of Rumplations, anyone who can see over the bar is deemed big enough to drink.
Blessings upon thee for that thoughtful, not to mention thought provoking, Titty Tuesday contribution.As for wedding receptions...well, truth be told, this dump is better set-up for a post-wedding-rreception, reception. You know, one of those after-hours deals where the old folks have left, the bride and groom have come back after a quick consummation to join in the fun, the maid of honor and her group or using their teeth to undo the zippers of the best man and his gang who are still trying to recover from using their own teeth to remove garters from the legs of their female counterparts...or something sort of like that. ;)
Kelly woke in her stepbrother’s bed cuddled next to his nude body. The sheet barely covered his morning erection. She thought about teasing him awake, it struck her as the big-sisterly thing to do, but then rolled onto her back, stretched, and immediately dozed off and slipped into yet another rerun of her dreams. Like most of those she’d had recently, they involved sex. Unlike the...
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After a lot of poking, prodding, and teasing, the stepsiblings managed to disentangle and get off Jason’s bed. Before he could pull Kelly out of the room, however, she noticed the sheets. “Whoa. Halt. Stop. Sorry, but those sheets have got to go.” Jason protested but she remained adamant as only a somewhat fastidious big sister can be and began stripping the bed. Perhaps it was seeing her...
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Horny, nervous, and half-naked, Kelly Layton peeked through the open bedroom door. Inside, her kid brother, make that her kid stepbrother, lay stretched out on his unmade bed, reading a paperback. But he’s no kid, thought Kelly. Not anymore. Though still just eighteen, with his athletic build, dark hair, eyes the same steel-gray as his father’s, and a smile that could get him laid in...
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The old-style Checker cab inched away from the congested airport loading zone,then pulled out into the cold, rainy January evening and headed for a downtown hotel. Inside, Gwen studied Mark's face. For all she knew, he might have found someone special while back home. Hesitantly, even shyly, she asked, "Did you miss me?” Mark nodded, "You were all I could think about on the flight up....
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After what she insisted would be a once-in-a-lifetime weekend spent making love with Mark Cahill, her ‘other’ man, the one who wasn’t her fiance’, Gwen had promised both herself and her friends it would never happen again. Her friends were openly skeptical. Her friends were right. Despite Gwen’s best intentions, the long weekend she spent with Mark wasn’t a one-time event, but the beginning...
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In Mark Cahill’s considered opinion, things could be one hell of a lot worse. He was out of his room at the nearby Manhattan veterans’ hospital, sitting in a coffee shop on Lexington Avenue and staring across the small cluttered table into the soft, brown eyes of a very attractive student nurse. At the moment, she seemed to be saying something about school. He’d nod at times, even mumble to...
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Willie and the Brain By Rumple Foreskin Many hours later, as she faced questions from her sorority sisters, Tanya the Tri-Delt Tramp would remember, Willie, the frat boy she’d been screwing cowboy style that morning and his awesome orgasm that blew her off both his spurting cock and the bed. What she couldn’t understand and mentioned to no one was how, during lift off, she heard him...
Added 17 Jul 2012 | Category College Sex
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"Bah, humbug." Cindy Davis was most definitely not overflowing with holiday cheer. In fact, her happy yuletide tank had been empty all week. Now she was filling up with Jack Daniels, but it wasn't improving her mood. Sue Cangelosi turned away from the mini-refrigerator and walked over with two re-filled plastic glasses. "Girl, you are just no fun at Christmas parties. That's no way to bring...
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What a fucking fantastic fuck! Making love outdoors was even better than Angie had imagined. Sitting astride her lover, feeling the sun and wind on her flushed, tingling skin was such a turn-on. Everything around them seemed so peaceful and sexy. The sounds of nature were accompanied by the rhythmic slurping of her lover’s thick shaft moving inside her wet, and, oh so happy, pussy. The more...
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NICE CAN BE VERY NICE by Rumple Foreskin Velma Meeks sat enthroned at one end of the worn couch in her haphazardly furnished living room. In the far corner, a muted TV flickered alone and unobserved. She lit a fresh cigarette with her old one, made a token attempt at crushing the butt, then left the still smoldering stub in the overflowing ashtray. After a deep drag, she leaned back and...
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