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And your MC and entertainment for the night. Hom oughta really appreciate this.

bienvenue a Vendredi
bj

Metallica just begs to be screwed with.

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Contrary is your best side, darlin'. And you may have more grey, but I bet not MUCH more, and I've got a hell of a lot more mileage.

66. A good year for Karmann Ghias, science fiction TV series and really tall hair.

bj

Unless you are covered in a fine pelt of grey, you categorically fail to have even remotely as much grey as I do. The silverback at the Norfolk Zoo gives me a thumbs up when we take the kids to see em. I didn't even know apes could do that.

And 6 years is not that much additional mileage. You act like I am some sort of spring chicken. Pshaw.

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I love shoes. I have the perfect ankles for wearing high heels, but, now imagine someone with connective tissues that snap at a glance, I can't wear them for anything but up in the air.

It's all part of dressing for bed.

Heels + up in the air = good

This is a meme that needs to be spread.

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If you're offering canings, dollface, consider me in line.

I need an attitude adjustment today.

*massaging temples, eyes closed, mumbling*

bj

:kiss:

You are a beautiful lady with suprising taste and delicious way with words.

Fuck em, right in the ear.

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UYS, I'd give you a hug, but after the boob/hat comments it would probably turn into a grope, and I wouldn't want you thinking I was a lech.

( *hugs anyway* )

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Champ, I would offer my own knee-pain stories, but, well, they're wimpy in comparison to anything with a screw. You have my deepest sympathies, and some good healing mojo sent your way.
 
Thanks Hom. I just need a pity me moment about every 4 days or so. They work almost as well as ice on my knee pain. Sometimes it's all 75% psych and only 25% physical. A good whine usually sorts it out and puts it in perspective for me.
 
Thanks Hom. I just need a pity me moment about every 4 days or so. They work almost as well as ice on my knee pain. Sometimes it's all 75% psych and only 25% physical. A good whine usually sorts it out and puts it in perspective for me.

only every 4 days? you're doin' wayyy better than I would be under similar circumstances. All I did was cut my finger and I've been milking that for pity every 4 hours...

Hommie! Good to see you. Need a nice vent, or just a good stiff drink and someone to cane?

bj
 
I have to share this. It's very black humour ... There's a story in the news about a little 12 year old gone missing. One of the citizens in the community commenting on it was named (ready?)

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Shirley Whynot...
 
I have to share this. It's very black humour ... There's a story in the news about a little 12 year old gone missing. One of the citizens in the community commenting on it was named (ready?)

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Shirley Whynot...

bwah!

I need to find her and hire her as a barista. We could do some stunning Abbot and Costello routines.

thinking kind thoughts for the 12-year-old.

bj
 
bwah!

I need to find her and hire her as a barista. We could do some stunning Abbot and Costello routines.

thinking kind thoughts for the 12-year-old.

bj
I know. I was laughing in dismay. Such a sad story and one likely to end with tragedy... and oh my.

The name, the name.
 
I know. I was laughing in dismay. Such a sad story and one likely to end with tragedy... and oh my.

The name, the name.

Well, maybe not. At that age, she's as likely to have just gone off to hide at a friend's house as anything. We had a similar drama recently with the 14-year-old of a friend. Gone for nearly 3 days and everyone was FREAKING. Ends up she was staying with friends, hanging at the library, just needing to get away from an admittedly evil psycho stepmother. We'll just think good thoughts.

shirley, why not?
why not, shirley?

Spose she's got a cousin named Nancy Manup?

bj

eta HI M! It's doing very nicely, according to the Man With the Bone in His Nose. The big divot has filled in and the inch-long slice is nearly closed. I have learned to type with left hand, thumb and pinky. Oy.

****ooo yeah pity me even though poor Champie has BOLTS THROUGH HER LEG****
 
Well, maybe not. At that age, she's as likely to have just gone off to hide at a friend's house as anything. We had a similar drama recently with the 14-year-old of a friend. Gone for nearly 3 days and everyone was FREAKING. Ends up she was staying with friends, hanging at the library, just needing to get away from an admittedly evil psycho stepmother. We'll just think good thoughts.

shirley, why not?
why not, shirley?

Spose she's got a cousin named Nancy Manup?

bj

eta HI M! It's doing very nicely, according to the Man With the Bone in His Nose. The big divot has filled in and the inch-long slice is nearly closed. I have learned to type with left hand, thumb and pinky. Oy.

****ooo yeah pity me even though poor Champie has BOLTS THROUGH HER LEG****
I don't know about Nancy, but what if her natal name was Hugh-Jest?
 
only every 4 days? you're doin' wayyy better than I would be under similar circumstances. All I did was cut my finger and I've been milking that for pity every 4 hours...

Hommie! Good to see you. Need a nice vent, or just a good stiff drink and someone to cane?

bj

I'm dragging enough that I'd be fine with sitting on one of the divans against the wall and letting someone feed me grapes. That, in itself, is a sign of great need. I cry out as a vessel empty, and seeking unreciprocated doting service.

Someone to cane might not be a bad idea though.

*swish, swish*

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eta HI M! It's doing very nicely, according to the Man With the Bone in His Nose. The big divot has filled in and the inch-long slice is nearly closed. I have learned to type with left hand, thumb and pinky. Oy.

****ooo yeah pity me even though poor Champie has BOLTS THROUGH HER LEG****

You're the hostess, sweets. This means people will suck up to you.
 
[...]eta HI M! It's doing very nicely, according to the Man With the Bone in His Nose. The big divot has filled in and the inch-long slice is nearly closed. I have learned to type with left hand, thumb and pinky. Oy.

****ooo yeah pity me even though poor Champie has BOLTS THROUGH HER LEG****
They're not bolts silly. Just two screws that are of the same sort of calcium/gelatin stuff you'd find in your skeleton anyway. I have terrible issues with scars, even the ones on my heart don't heal in any orderly fashion. Not being able to absorb the stitches and facing possible rejection of the screws is simply another minor inconvenience on the long list of many I've dealt with in my history.

And we doan need no steenking fingers as long as we gots tongue, magne.
 
Glad to hear it, bj!
Sorry to hear about your leg, Champie

It's good to see you here. Didja hear it's free pie day for anyone who needs to whine and be comforted?

I don't know about Nancy, but what if her natal name was Hugh-Jest?

Reminds me of a game we used to play. If the Mona Lisa married both Edgar Allen Poe and Geddy Lee she'd be Mona Poe Lee.

And then there was that whole phase where we actually knew a family by the last name "Bagley" who were busily breeding, and we came up with hundreds of names for the kids. Paper, Plastic, Shopping, Vacuum Cleaner, Doggie, Catina, Lady, Trash, Designer...

I'm dragging enough that I'd be fine with sitting on one of the divans against the wall and letting someone feed me grapes. That, in itself, is a sign of great need. I cry out as a vessel empty, and seeking unreciprocated doting service.

Someone to cane might not be a bad idea though.

*swish, swish*

Do I know this man, ladies and gentlemen?
Somebody get him some obsequious grapes and one of those hot chicks on the BDSM board who are always begging for spankings...

You're the hostess, sweets. This means people will suck up to you.

No no NO! I'm a voyeur. The point is for me to get to watch people suck up to each other.

I think we lost UYS to the darkness for a bit, poor thing, but you could always offer her your hat when she returns. Bet she'll need a bit of comfort.

bj
 
They're not bolts silly. Just two screws that are of the same sort of calcium/gelatin stuff you'd find in your skeleton anyway. I have terrible issues with scars, even the ones on my heart don't heal in any orderly fashion. Not being able to absorb the stitches and facing possible rejection of the screws is simply another minor inconvenience on the long list of many I've dealt with in my history.

And we doan need no steenking fingers as long as we gots tongue, magne.

*relieved sigh* I saw pictures of this affair that my friend had on her leg, with the huge bolts and an external metal frame and it was just frankensteinian in the extreme. At least it's not that, although your arrangement sucks plenty. Damn, get well, chica.

tongue. good point. Cept I can't reach certain bits of myself with it.

I've tried and tried...

bj
 
Do I know this man, ladies and gentlemen?
Somebody get him some obsequious grapes and one of those hot chicks on the BDSM board who are always begging for spankings...

I have no energy with which to fetch my own bottoms. Thank you.

*pinch*

No no NO! I'm a voyeur. The point is for me to get to watch people suck up to each other.

*writes a note to self to bring a blindfold*

I think we lost UYS to the darkness for a bit, poor thing, but you could always offer her your hat when she returns. Bet she'll need a bit of comfort.

bj

I have it right here waiting on her.

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*relieved sigh* I saw pictures of this affair that my friend had on her leg, with the huge bolts and an external metal frame and it was just frankensteinian in the extreme. At least it's not that, although your arrangement sucks plenty. Damn, get well, chica.

tongue. good point. Cept I can't reach certain bits of myself with it.

I've tried and tried...

bj

I was friends with Leaky and her brother Drippy Fawcett.

So read bj-s post here, and then yours, Champ, and my kinky mind is suddenly awhirl trying to figure out alternatively how a leaky faucet could be used as a masturbatory aid, or, barring that, some sort of palliative treatment for the leg. It took a number of minutes to remember the bit about funny names...
 
*writes a note to self to bring a blindfold*


*certain Look in Eye*

o you think so?

So read bj-s post here, and then yours, Champ, and my kinky mind is suddenly awhirl trying to figure out alternatively how a leaky faucet could be used as a masturbatory aid, or, barring that, some sort of palliative treatment for the leg. It took a number of minutes to remember the bit about funny names...

lol! The topics are indeed bouncing today.

Been looking around a bit and it seems like it's Cranky Day in a number of Litspaces. I hope everyone just drops a Midol and tries to chill. Nice that it's so amiable in here. I'm of the opinion that a little genuine and sincere leg-humping goes a long way...

'course, the booze helps.

bj
 
*certain Look in Eye*

o you think so?

Barring hard limits, I think you would wear one for little ole me. After all, you don't need eyes to be tied. And nothing quite makes the noises a blindfolded voyeur makes.

Remind me to tell you something I did to a friend that has more than a bit of naked lust after my gal. So much fun, it was. :devil:



lol! The topics are indeed bouncing today.

Been looking around a bit and it seems like it's Cranky Day in a number of Litspaces. I hope everyone just drops a Midol and tries to chill. Nice that it's so amiable in here. I'm of the opinion that a little genuine and sincere leg-humping goes a long way...

'course, the booze helps.

bj


Mostly I'm beat, not particularly cranky.
 
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I do beg your pardon for getting so heavy, not used to the vino anymore and don't usually indulge these days as I don't see the point of getting rip roaring drunk to have a good time. Not that I was last night I hasten to add doesnt usually make me maudlin either ..... I usually sing! I guess it was my sister calling and wanting to get back to this sisterly love thing (not that I recall we were much into that anyway before) and she can't see that I've spent my life always having to forgive and right now I am all out of forgiveness
 
I do beg your pardon for getting so heavy, not used to the vino anymore and don't usually indulge these days as I don't see the point of getting rip roaring drunk to have a good time. Not that I was last night I hasten to add doesnt usually make me maudlin either ..... I usually sing! I guess it was my sister calling and wanting to get back to this sisterly love thing (not that I recall we were much into that anyway before) and she can't see that I've spent my life always having to forgive and right now I am all out of forgiveness
I think sometimes, people tend to ask for forgiveness rather than offering it. This could be a way for your sister to crack the barrier.

You have to agree, it would be bold and a bit insulting if you called her and said how you forgive her for all of the real and possibly imagined wrongs she visited on you, now, let's be friendly. So, the feelers come out in the asking for forgiveness rather than the offer of reciprocal tolerance. Do you see what I mean?

There's no need to apologize for the venting done yesterday. Remember, we had bijou-granted amnesty. So, with that, we could be bitchy, cranky or even pitiful. You could go ahead and just delete the words in the post and be sure we all forgive and forget.

:rose: Have a better day, doll.
 
If your sister yelled at you 6 months ago infront of a pub full of people it was your fault your mother died would you forgive?
 
There's no need to apologize for the venting done yesterday. Remember, we had bijou-granted amnesty. So, with that, we could be bitchy, cranky or even pitiful. You could go ahead and just delete the words in the post and be sure we all forgive and forget.

Quoted for truth!

UYS, you will also note that, so far as I saw, your words were unquoted. So *poof* they can be gone.

*big hugs*
 
If your sister yelled at you 6 months ago infront of a pub full of people it was your fault your mother died would you forgive?

After a sufficiently vigourous public beating of said loudmouthed sister, I probably would.
 
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