I would like to see deleting disablesd for any story that has not been verified and accepted. I don't mind re-verifying stories if an author returns after a hiatus. As Mazza says, life is like that - things happen and we come and go. I intensely dislike seeing stories that I or other verifiers have rejected coming back as new submittals, with all the previous rejection comments gone. IN fact, I'd like to see a latch put in the system that, once a story title has been submitted, makes it impossible to submit another of the same title and author, unless the previous one has been approved.
IN a heartbeat - but she'd probably hurt me. LOL
Chatting with a special Lushie friend.
So, here's the rule: Add a line or two (not more than three sentences) that is a writing cliche. Let's see what kind of a story we can create.
I'll start the ball rollng:
It was a dark and stormy night.
"Halt! Who goes there?" a voice called out into the darkness.
Suddeny, a shot rang out.
Going to family reunions to pick up women is just wrong.
Laws as to consanguinity vary from locale to locale. If you really want to know if dating your relative is legal, go to that locale's website, and look up the applicable laws.
I was not ruminating about the fate of Huck's mother; I assumed she was out of the picture, either through death, or because, Huck's father being the town drunk, he was born out of wedlock.
What I was really wondering was the liklihood in that era of children being raised by a single father, rather than being shipped off (as Tom was) to relatives, to be raised. I found that question particularly interesting in this case, given Pap's inability to properly feed. c;lothe, and educate the child.
Three words: communication, communication, communication.
First, be comfortable in who you are, then, in a positive way, tell him exactly what you want. Do not use euphemisms; do not do this while cuddling after sex and he is falling asleep. If you have chidren in the house, it probably shouldn't come up at the dinner table, but if it is just the two of you, that might be the best time and place for the conversation. You will have his undivided attention, and you will both be amazed what having an open and honest conversation about sexual matters will do for your life together, overall.
I was eating some leftover jambalaya this evening. It was much better than last night, when I made it. So I was reminded of Huck Finn saying he preferred things all cooked in one pot, where "... the flavors get to swap around a little."
Then I got to thinking about Huckleberry. As we all know, Huck Finn's Pap was the town drunk. I don't recall that we ever hear anything of his mother, either who she was or what became of her.
So my query is this: Was Huck Finn unusual in that he lived with his Pap, instead of his mother?
Is there anyone out there in Lush land with a real solid social history background, who can answer this one?
Ever had sex with a sibling?
Anyone who has and who answers this question honestly is liable to be banned. is allowable on here only in fantasies, never in real life. Ask a different question.
Le'ssee - long grain rice? check. one leftover chicken breast? check. half a dozen shrimp? check. two strips of bacon? check. a short length of keilbasa? check. McIlhenny's? check. onion flakes? check. Half a red pepper and half a green one? check. Paprika? check. Saffron? check. Soy sauce? check. Celery powder? check. Garlic? check. olive oil? check. JAMBALAYA IT IS THEN! BRING IT ON! (sure wish there where crawfish in the stream out back of this place, though)
An almost gone-by bananna, a glass of OJ, a cup of coffee, and a large dollop of vanilla ice cream, to chase it all down, and melt into the empty spaces.
Hot peppers aid in milking.
I vote a resounding second to Matador.
It is her body. I'm pretty certain I haven't the right to decide. However, if she chooses to shave, trim, or whatever, the least I can do is follow suit. I figure what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, as well. And if that means undergoing the pain of a Brazilian wax, even, then so be it.
I said I do not like it, because I usually send a pm, regardless of my vote. I prefer that my vote/score remain anonymous to all but the auhor. It really isn't anyone else's business what stories I rate highly or poorly, or why, and I feel that to have to comment openly is an invasion of my privacy.
Now, may I have my gingerbread cookie?
E=C#m
Einstein's Theory of Relative Keys
Tomorrow, since I have to play a show, I am going to wear my black tee shirt with "MTC Orchestra" on it.
