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Re: well...
why would I?
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why would I?
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Bumping cause it is on pg 4
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Ladybird: Niagra Falls, New York November 8, 1965
"Oh God...that was awesome, Bill" Ladybird whispered into the ear of her husband of a few scant hours.
The honeymoon suite of the Hide-a-way Hotel in upstate New York was drenched in the musk of their lovemaking. "Do that again!" she cooed. Her engineer husband grinned "My God, honey, you're insatiable!"
The Australian vixen Ladybird just smiled....how many times had she heard THAT phrase in her life? More times than she probably should have, she thought wryly.
Her first three marriages had ended in shambles...was she that hard to satisfy sexually? Was it so wrong for a gal to want to be loved more than three times a day? Her first husband, the golf pro at her father's country club, could barely manage pleasing her once a day. Pfft, she thought, not that Greg Norman would ever amount to anything. Same thing with her second husband, the struggling bit part actor, Paul Hogan. And the less said of her immediate past husband, the assistant zoo keeper, Steve Irwin, the better...
But that was all in the past...she had nothing but the glorious future to look forward to. When her father had suggested broadening her horizons and buying her a ticket to New York City (he'd termed it "getting you out of Oz before you drop knickers for the entire goddamn city of Sydney" in his usual gruff charming manner), she'd been apprehensive. But she'd met the dashing powerplant engineer named Bill Gates in the Playboy Club in Manhattan, and a whirlwind courtship ensued. When she found herself preggo after three months, he'd done the right thing and married her.
And the two of them even got to go on a honeymoon to nearby Niagra falls! Well, actually, the three of them, she thought, rubbing her belly, which was just now starting to show signs of motherhood. Me, my husband...and our son. She knew...KNEW...it was going to be a boy. They would name him after his father...Bill Gates, Jr....she was sure. And if he had half the smarts that his dad did.....
Her reverie was interrupted by the jangling of the bedside telephone. "Hello?" said an annoyed Gates. "Now? Dammit man, I'm on my honeymoon...uh huh...ah well, okay". He hung up the phone and frowned. "Trouble down at Generating plant 1. I'm going to have to go into work for an hour or so". Ladybird frowned and stuck out her lower lip. "No chance I can coax some more output out of your input?" she said coquettishly....she knew it got him hot when she talked computer-ese. "Awww not right now sweetie...tell you what, why don't you come into the plant with me? It'll only be an hour or so..." Ladybird smiled and nodded her head. She hoped nobody would notice her less-than-fresh appearance.
A half hour later, Bill was in his element at the power plant, high atop the massive power generation complex in the control room. Barking orders into a microphone, Bill attempted to restore order to chaos. Ladybird stood in awe of the gigantic machinery down below. The giant machines throbbed and hummed with a life of their own, and seemed to make the whole plant vibrate with an otherworldly pulse. She leaned over one of the control panels and gasped pleasantly when she realized the throbbing machinery was pulsing through her jeans, triggering the familiar waves of lust. Ye Gods, she thought, I'm going to...I'm going to...mmmmmmmmmmmm. Ladybird spasmed and gave herself quickly over to absolute waves of pleasure.
Her husband looked up from the digital display. His brow creased. "Honey, are you okay?" he asked "Yes...yes I am" grinned Ladybird "no...wait, no..I'm not okay. I want you...inside me...NOW". With a practiced move, she released the button on her jeans and they fell to the floor. She was, of course, wearing no undies...she'd convinced Bill that was an Aussie tradition.
Bill stared at his new wife, and smiled a lascivious grin. Dropping his pants, he embraced his new wife, full of passion. He grasped her two firm ass cheeks and lifted her atop the control panel. Overcome with lust, he entered her quickly. Her ass began to throb as he lifted her up and pushed down hard in a savage rhythm..harder and harder...
...until Ladybird's oh-so-firm posterior, the one that one wag had claimed could crack walnuts, instead cracked the emergency safety glass over the giant red button marked "EMERGENCY PLANT SHUTDOWN". She thrust herself down hard again As she climaxed for the second time in as many minutes, Ladybird remarked to herself that Bill truly was special...no other man had made her see flashing lights and hear sirens before....
From the lead headline of The New York Times, November 9, 1965
Mysterious Power Outage at Niagra Falls Causes Massive New York City Blackout
"Oh God...that was awesome, Bill" Ladybird whispered into the ear of her husband of a few scant hours.
The honeymoon suite of the Hide-a-way Hotel in upstate New York was drenched in the musk of their lovemaking. "Do that again!" she cooed. Her engineer husband grinned "My God, honey, you're insatiable!"
The Australian vixen Ladybird just smiled....how many times had she heard THAT phrase in her life? More times than she probably should have, she thought wryly.
Her first three marriages had ended in shambles...was she that hard to satisfy sexually? Was it so wrong for a gal to want to be loved more than three times a day? Her first husband, the golf pro at her father's country club, could barely manage pleasing her once a day. Pfft, she thought, not that Greg Norman would ever amount to anything. Same thing with her second husband, the struggling bit part actor, Paul Hogan. And the less said of her immediate past husband, the assistant zoo keeper, Steve Irwin, the better...
But that was all in the past...she had nothing but the glorious future to look forward to. When her father had suggested broadening her horizons and buying her a ticket to New York City (he'd termed it "getting you out of Oz before you drop knickers for the entire goddamn city of Sydney" in his usual gruff charming manner), she'd been apprehensive. But she'd met the dashing powerplant engineer named Bill Gates in the Playboy Club in Manhattan, and a whirlwind courtship ensued. When she found herself preggo after three months, he'd done the right thing and married her.
And the two of them even got to go on a honeymoon to nearby Niagra falls! Well, actually, the three of them, she thought, rubbing her belly, which was just now starting to show signs of motherhood. Me, my husband...and our son. She knew...KNEW...it was going to be a boy. They would name him after his father...Bill Gates, Jr....she was sure. And if he had half the smarts that his dad did.....
Her reverie was interrupted by the jangling of the bedside telephone. "Hello?" said an annoyed Gates. "Now? Dammit man, I'm on my honeymoon...uh huh...ah well, okay". He hung up the phone and frowned. "Trouble down at Generating plant 1. I'm going to have to go into work for an hour or so". Ladybird frowned and stuck out her lower lip. "No chance I can coax some more output out of your input?" she said coquettishly....she knew it got him hot when she talked computer-ese. "Awww not right now sweetie...tell you what, why don't you come into the plant with me? It'll only be an hour or so..." Ladybird smiled and nodded her head. She hoped nobody would notice her less-than-fresh appearance.
A half hour later, Bill was in his element at the power plant, high atop the massive power generation complex in the control room. Barking orders into a microphone, Bill attempted to restore order to chaos. Ladybird stood in awe of the gigantic machinery down below. The giant machines throbbed and hummed with a life of their own, and seemed to make the whole plant vibrate with an otherworldly pulse. She leaned over one of the control panels and gasped pleasantly when she realized the throbbing machinery was pulsing through her jeans, triggering the familiar waves of lust. Ye Gods, she thought, I'm going to...I'm going to...mmmmmmmmmmmm. Ladybird spasmed and gave herself quickly over to absolute waves of pleasure.
Her husband looked up from the digital display. His brow creased. "Honey, are you okay?" he asked "Yes...yes I am" grinned Ladybird "no...wait, no..I'm not okay. I want you...inside me...NOW". With a practiced move, she released the button on her jeans and they fell to the floor. She was, of course, wearing no undies...she'd convinced Bill that was an Aussie tradition.
Bill stared at his new wife, and smiled a lascivious grin. Dropping his pants, he embraced his new wife, full of passion. He grasped her two firm ass cheeks and lifted her atop the control panel. Overcome with lust, he entered her quickly. Her ass began to throb as he lifted her up and pushed down hard in a savage rhythm..harder and harder...
...until Ladybird's oh-so-firm posterior, the one that one wag had claimed could crack walnuts, instead cracked the emergency safety glass over the giant red button marked "EMERGENCY PLANT SHUTDOWN". She thrust herself down hard again As she climaxed for the second time in as many minutes, Ladybird remarked to herself that Bill truly was special...no other man had made her see flashing lights and hear sirens before....
From the lead headline of The New York Times, November 9, 1965
Mysterious Power Outage at Niagra Falls Causes Massive New York City Blackout
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Ladybird said:You're amazing..... thank you so much!
If I was to be linked to any one fragment of history, this would be my choice... and my way.
What a clever man you are...
Flattery will, of course, get you everywhere...
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RobDownSouth said:
Thanks, Rob!
This was a BLAST, and quite funny. Thanks for bringing it to my attention!
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Ladybird said:RobDownSouth said:Ladybird: Niagra Falls, New York November 8, 1965
You're amazing..... thank you so much!
If I was to be linked to any one fragment of history, this would be my choice... and my way.
What a clever man you are...
Lady
I remember that day, I was coming home in a school bus and on the Brooklyn Bridge.
I thought it was fun, YIPEEEE
Little did I realize that you were fucking your brains out and caused all this damage.
I of course didnt even know what fucking was
i was only 9, and sheltered
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*Groan
nothing but discards tonight.
Sometimes stories work, sometimes they don't.
Discards:
The Peachykeen Dildo company
Gatsby and Raindancer as Napoleon and Josephine
Loving Tongue taking a vow of silence at the original Abbey of St. Benedict.
Somebody suggest some different events in history, let me see if I can work somebody in.
nothing but discards tonight.
Sometimes stories work, sometimes they don't.
Discards:
The Peachykeen Dildo company
Gatsby and Raindancer as Napoleon and Josephine
Loving Tongue taking a vow of silence at the original Abbey of St. Benedict.
Somebody suggest some different events in history, let me see if I can work somebody in.
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omahaman2 said:
"You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest! (etc.)"
Rob, I'm sure you'll come up with more soon. There's plenty of inspiration here at LIT! Thanks again!
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How bout another story about BUSYBODY
He saves the country from terrorists
He is on the podium awaiting
The President to recieve his recognition
"Busybody, Busybody" He hears the screams
Its his fat bloated wife, in curlers shaking
him awake.
"Busybody you dumb dork get up for work" http://www.4ourdegrees.net/nurple-psychobitch.gif
He saves the country from terrorists
He is on the podium awaiting
The President to recieve his recognition
"Busybody, Busybody" He hears the screams
Its his fat bloated wife, in curlers shaking
him awake.
"Busybody you dumb dork get up for work"
http://www.4ourdegrees.net/nurple-psychobitch.gifLe Jacquelope
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Hey RobdownSouth
Me as Don Quixote.
Take yer best shot.
Me as Don Quixote.
Take yer best shot.
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*bump*
Le Jacquelope
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Why's this thread off page 1?
Le Jacquelope
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Calling Rob, calling Rob.....
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LovingTongue said:Calling Rob, calling Rob.....
"We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the number and dial again."
I think I'm spent on this thread, can't seem to mine any more comedy gold here. Maybe breakwall can do a few more?
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You mean me as Don Quixote wouldn't be funny?RobDownSouth said:
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LovingTongue said:You mean me as Don Quixote wouldn't be funny?
Nah, to me, Don Quixote will always be Ishmael, with FawktardInjun as his Sancho Paza.
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