I have your Naughtycakes...

Batchy... Batchy... Batchy...

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She is an enigma- write her a poem naughty.
"Make me another batchy cookies!"

You are saintly.

Naw, he held me in too high esteem to ravage me like an animal in his lust.... sort of way...

*dreamy sigh*
Not that you thought about it at all, though, no no no.

Aaaaaggghhh! :eek:

Stop! Please, Petey, I beesech you! I take back what I said, it wasn't Stockholm Syndrome, I'm just a sick dirty bitch who loves getting handcuffed naked on all fours to basement heaters, so sue me! But could you at least call me by my own name!?!?

Catch you soon Cakes- :heart:
 
"Make me another batchy cookies!"

Are you happy now? Jeesh...

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She is an enigma- write her a poem naughty.


You are saintly.


Not that you thought about it at all, though, no no no.

oh, a poem.

He is saintly, this is so true

*chuckles* I dared, I dared to touch his face... got all shivery... ummm, drifts off to fantasy land on those thought... sigh.
 
oh, a poem.

He is saintly, this is so true

*chuckles* I dared, I dared to touch his face... got all shivery... ummm, drifts off to fantasy land on those thought... sigh.

I forgot to thank you for wiping the chicken ranch sammy sauce off my face.

Thanks.


Now quit bullshitting the masses before they start to believe you.
 
I forgot to thank you for wiping the chicken ranch sammy sauce off my face.

Thanks.


Now quit bullshitting the masses before they start to believe you.

you are welcome

*smiles and glows*

bullshit, I say to you.
 
oh, a poem.

He is saintly, this is so true

*chuckles* I dared, I dared to touch his face... got all shivery... ummm, drifts off to fantasy land on those thought... sigh.

A poem?

Hmmm, les' see...

Batchy, Batchy,
St. Pete was in me snatchy,
But it was your name
He breathed in my ear
Yes, dear
It was clear
As I shivered naked on his basement floor
and all asked after me like the stuff of lore
the wind cried Batchy.
 
*keels over from diabetic coma

NOOoooooo!!!!!

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Clear!

Don't worry CrackerJack, I got your back... I'm over all those emoticons, I was deluded, riding a Cadburry Egg high....

I blame St. Pete... too many cookies, too much Easter candy, too many chocolate eggs...
 
NOOoooooo!!!!!

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Clear!

Don't worry CrackerJack, I got your back... I'm over all those emoticons, I was deluded, riding a Cadburry Egg high....

I blame St. Pete... too many cookies, too much Easter candy, too many chocolate eggs...

:eek:

;)

:rose:
 
just don't tell us the lie again about feeding the masses with your fish and your loaves.
 
That van is much nicer than my basement.

Petey... I got something to tell you. You see, in all of our chocolate-laced bacchanalia, I forgot to tell you I'm not on the pill, and well, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just spit it out...

I'm going to have your chocolate egg love child *sob*

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