Fluffernutter. Zig zag. Root toot tootin! Basically any word that feels fun while saying it. If while saying it I smile or chuckle, is a favourite word for the moment!
*jaw drops to the floor, falls over laughing
Drats! that was not my intent! No not at all! I was hoping you were watching my mountains as I skipped! What's a girl to do? Skip naked? Oy vy that would hurt!
Darling Shameless... our craziness is what makes us interesting to the men of specials. Why deny it; our most attractive characteristic?
*skips away then wonders... I think I just called you a woman. Not "our" as in your and I, but the gender with the mountains on their chests!
I saw this.... and thought you might enjoy this Shameless!
A notable Gynecologist once said,
The best engine in the world is the vagina.
It can be started with one finger.
It is self lubricating.
It takes any size piston.
And it changes its own oil every four weeks.
"It is only a pity that the management system is so f**king temperamental."
It is great when people from all corners of the globe can just be accepted. Even with all the differences that make us unique.
I can see into the future. And I see, the world leaders replaced by chatroom folks.
I too must admit that I too enjoy Lush's chatroom!! The people that I have met in there, they are kind, friendly and so very welcoming. In my mind I saw it as the bar "Cheers" where everyone knows your name, and just a place to go and relax. And pushing all the buttons is always fun!!!!
Alright Ladies!!! *clap clap Squeeze... two three four... and release...
Gentleman, we will need practice on the real McCoy soon. Volunteers?
And the winner gets vaginal weights instead of Olympic style medals. You know what they say! A tight vagina is a happy vagina!
Hello Eli!!! Think away!! It is good for the soul to have an active thinker!
Whoops! I forgot to mention who the taste tester is!!! Eternal and Primal!!! WOOT! Never fear! I volun-told others we need tasters.
*grins and puts a spare fedora on Wifey
*walks in wearing her fedora, using her walking cane and smoking a cigar singing... If you're blue and you don't know where to go to why don't you go where fashion sits puttin' on the Ritz....
Spots Diversified and Wifey, raise an eye brow with a fun idea. Whip cream for the ladies then a taste testing competition!!!!
Thought you all might get a chuckle!
Bob came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber..
He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, 'You died in your sleep, Bob....'
Bob was stunned. 'I'm dead? No, I can't be! I've got too much to live for. Send me back!'
St. Peter said, 'I'm sorry, but there's only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken.'
Bob was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home.... The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking, and pecking the ground.
A rooster strolled past. 'So, you're the new hen, huh? How's your first day here?'
'Not bad,' replied Bob the hen, 'but I have this strange feeling inside. Like I'm gonna explode!'
'You're ovulating,' explained the rooster.
'Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before? '
'Never,' said Bob.
'Well, just relax and let it happen,' says the rooster. 'It's no big deal.'
Bob did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg!
Bob was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg -- his joy was overwhelming.
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard his wife yell.....
BOB, wake up. You shit the bed!'
I think the Mayans were trying to tell us all to mark our calendars to make sure we all knew that it was the last day on earth and how do you plan on it all ending? Personally, I do hope to be passed out exhausted from a week long marathon of sex, ticking off Boxes of various sexual positions. Go out with an orgasm? Can you imagine your conversation with Saint Peter?
Saint Peter; And you my child, how did you die?
Me; Well Saint Peter darling, you see? I was trying out various yoga poses while my boyfriend found ways of having his way with me.
Saint Peter; Are you telling me you died while having sex?
Me; I am indeed. I even got to finish.
Saint Peter; Gold star for you! And here are your wings and corset!
The Great Firewall of China; makes everything hit and miss!!! Forums hit.... stories miss.... inbox hit..... profiles hit/miss..... submitting stories miss.... It sunk my battleship!
My day would be perfect if everyone stopped to smell flowers!
I just watched, "The Day the Earth Stood Still". I thought it pretty decent for a Keanu Reeves flick, but the ending? Just once, I'd like to see a movie where the world really does end. I wonder how well that would go over with the Box Office! And now we are off to watch reruns of REALLY old Saturday Night Live's!
*snaps fingers like Q... oui oui mon petitie Wifey
Not at all gentlemen!
It is so very possible! I just insist he wear my heels. That way, he'll never say; "Woman, why don't you wear high heels more often?" and my heels will get stretched out! I get to buy two cakes for the price of one!
Alas; it is very difficult to get him to come around to my way of thinking and getting him to wear my heels.
Four days old, I got a Wifey, and now am the Forum Pimp. Jiminey crickets! This place moves at warp speed! I love it!!!
*runs into Wifey, does the sport thingie body slam
If I had a fireplace and it were snowing and just sitting in front of it drink coffee.