I have your Naughtycakes...

Naughtycakes is making me cookies. She sends her love.

Horny-babe was right - you are a liar.
Naughty doesn't bake cookies!- she only fries her biscuits.
And she wouldn't send her love- she would send her 'Cake'.
 
I think I've complimented her on an av or two before but I have them off now so I'm not sure who she is.

Certainly don't know her well enough to write a poem.

If you don't give her back I'll have to steal her back from the playground though.
 
Horny-babe was right - you are a liar.
Naughty doesn't bake cookies!- she only fries her biscuits.
And she wouldn't send her love- she would send her 'Cake'.

She bakes cookies when I tell her to bake cookies!! :mad:

And her Cake is mine now. She can share her love with Lit, but her Cake stays in my Pantry.
 
I think I've complimented her on an av or two before but I have them off now so I'm not sure who she is.

Certainly don't know her well enough to write a poem.

If you don't give her back I'll have to steal her back from the playground though.

I told you to be a good girl. That DOES NOT include hanging around on the Playground.


This place is going to hell in a handbasket.
 
Let me know when her plane arrives.

Naughtycakes has what it takes
to keep me on my game,
I tasted what her oven bakes
and never was the same.

Donuts don't do it anymore,
they only have one hole.
I won’t look at a petifore
or consider a cinnamon roll.

Sugar is in the batter
and a good beating makes
it rise to splatter
and frost my Naughtycakes.
 
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, St. Peter?
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, St. Peter?
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, St. Peter?
Smother my naughty cakes in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again, Oh baby!
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again!
She's a Teenage Baby, and she turns me on,
I'd like to make Her do a nasty
On the White House Lawn!
Going to smother that naughty cakes in chocolate syrup,
And boogie till the cows come home!
 
Let me know when her plane arrives.

Naughtycakes has what it takes
to keep me on my game,
I tasted what her oven bakes
and never was the same.

Donuts don't do it anymore,
they only have one hole.
I won’t look at a petifore
or consider a cinnamon roll.

Sugar is in the batter
and a good beating makes
it rise to splatter
and frost my Naughtycakes.

If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, St. Peter?
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, St. Peter?
If she were my daughter I'd...
What would you do, St. Peter?
Smother my naughty cakes in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again, Oh baby!
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again!
She's a Teenage Baby, and she turns me on,
I'd like to make Her do a nasty
On the White House Lawn!
Going to smother that naughty cakes in chocolate syrup,
And boogie till the cows come home!


Very nice!

Bonus Frank points for Indie, the twisted fuck that he is.
 
oh this is just madness !!

he is going to keep naughty,
no poem will ever be good enough

:mad:

She's just making him think he's in charge. she will escape then he'll claim he let her go.

Horny-babe was right - you are a liar.
Naughty doesn't bake cookies!- she only fries her biscuits.
And she wouldn't send her love- she would send her 'Cake'.

She's probable already slipped his clutches.

She bakes cookies when I tell her to bake cookies!! :mad:

And her Cake is mine now. She can share her love with Lit, but her Cake stays in my Pantry.

I told you to be a good girl. That DOES NOT include hanging around on the Playground.


This place is going to hell in a handbasket.

No one believes your posturing, we know she's gone. You never had her under your control.
 
I told you to be a good girl. That DOES NOT include hanging around on the Playground.


This place is going to hell in a handbasket.

I don't hang around the playground but if I have to go there to get Naughtycakes back I will.

And it will be all your fault :mad:
 
He probably never even had her.

as if, she would have kicked him in the nuts and made him crawl on his hands and knees for the evening, then, after cleaning her shoes, he would have been froced to drive her back to the slutcave
 

as if, she would have kicked him in the nuts and made him crawl on his hands and knees for the evening, then, after cleaning her shoes, he would have been froced to drive her back to the slutcave

Oh, she's not giving away the location of her lair.
 
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