Bistro Bijou

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Dear UYS,

That's got to be one of the hardest things to live with, whether forgiveness is granted, offered or denied. I wish you well on this journey and hope you can be healthy with whichever road you choose.
 
Dear UYS,

That's got to be one of the hardest things to live with, whether forgiveness is granted, offered or denied. I wish you well on this journey and hope you can be healthy with whichever road you choose.

That's only one of a catalogue of mean unkind and some of it dishonest things she has done to me and the rest of the family since my mother first fell ill and if she can live with herself for doing them well I reckon I can live without forgiving
 
I've just had a banana

Slowly unzip each layer
one by one
exposing you to my
luscious lips,
My tongue tip slowly
sliiiiides
the length,
tasting
gently nibbling.
Engulfing sweet and delectable
sucking in each mouthful
till I must swallow ... swallow .....
 
"more than an awesome talking Cock."


makes you wonder what sort of thread a nattering pussy would have ..... I've just been send a very rude email with instructions for oral sex
 
oy, the sister bond is a complicated one indeed. I can't pretend to have that answer; I have a pretty rough relationship with my own sister.

but yes, this is the place to vent without recrimination. Everyone needs to do that sometimes. And what makes us need to vent more than those pesky family relationships?

This is also, obviously, the place for banana poetry. I approve heartily of banana poetry.

It continues to be so stupidly cold here that I'm pillaging the cookbooks for recipes that can be served on fire. Cherries jubilee, crepes suzette, maybe a pu-pu platter on a big volcano-shaped serving dish. And forgive the construction noises coming from the back lounge - I'm having a woodstove installed.

hmmm. maybe baked alaska.

or just some extreme hotness.

And extremely silly hotness for the admirers of men as well.


welcome. Order something WARM!

bj
 
oy, the sister bond is a complicated one indeed. I can't pretend to have that answer; I have a pretty rough relationship with my own sister.

bj

See, you establish some credibility. I have neither sisters nor credibility. The urge to give a thrashing in public is just very close to the surface for me.

Cashier was rude at the grocers? That's a caning.

Cashier was friendly at the grocers? That's a fun caning.

It's that sort of thing. :D
 
See, you establish some credibility. I have neither sisters nor credibility. The urge to give a thrashing in public is just very close to the surface for me.

Cashier was rude at the grocers? That's a caning.

Cashier was friendly at the grocers? That's a fun caning.

It's that sort of thing. :D

I do like your one-track mind.

it is rather too bad one can't cane family members.
My own sister once chased me around the house with a butcher knife. She was 6, I was 11. I will admit now that I richly deserved it - I'd been tormenting her for the entire afternoon. so yeah...

ah. families. such a rich and fertile field of dysfunction.

bj
 
I do like your one-track mind.

it is rather too bad one can't cane family members.
My own sister once chased me around the house with a butcher knife. She was 6, I was 11. I will admit now that I richly deserved it - I'd been tormenting her for the entire afternoon. so yeah...

ah. families. such a rich and fertile field of dysfunction.

bj

My wife is a family member, and I cane her. Not quite the same, of course.

And I can imagine you being chased by a butcher knife armed sibling. Easily.
 
My wife is a family member, and I cane her. Not quite the same, of course.

And I can imagine you being chased by a butcher knife armed sibling. Easily.

Hey. She started it.

Not at all the same. I tend to define "family" as specifically those people I have absolutely NO way to get rid of.


A chanteuse for your enjoyment, and mine.

Yum!

See, tall hair is coming back. I'm concerned, though, that we may end up here.

That model worries me too. I'm thinking that's the look that says "I'm holding a hatchet behind my back..."

bj
 
Hey. She started it.

I'm sure she did. There, there.


Yum!

See, tall hair is coming back. I'm concerned, though, that we may end up here.

That model worries me too. I'm thinking that's the look that says "I'm holding a hatchet behind my back..."

bj

The album that song is from is brilliant. Won like 18 dozen grammies or somesuch. It's a shame that she's such a trainwreck. Makes loverly music though.

And your linked model is probably hiding the hatchet in her hair.
 
Grow up! grow up? we don't have to do that do we? surely not in here

o certainly not. this is a haven for the Extremely Immature.

*fart jokes still make me laugh*

and in fact, here's a game you can play with your kids.

In ancient Rome, only "witches" were considered able to eat beans. This was because beans were thought to occasionally contain the souls of people who were not at rest because of improper burial and mourning, or whatever. The evidence for the existence of these ghosts was the noxious Air that seemed to be generated by bean eaters - at death, one's last breath was the soul leaving and becoming part of the larger Atmos, the atmosphere, the World-soul.

So next time somebody farts, yell "GHOST" as loud as you can and run away.

Most 8 year olds really, really appreciate this game. As do I, so that pretty much says it all.

bj
 
Bienvenue to anyone hungry or thirsty on this cold and sunny Tuesday.

Focusing on cultivating some Chill in the bistro today.

Some beautiful love in musical form.

A thousand-armed embodiment of universal compassion

A gentle, meditative feast

And an extra big scrawly legend on the bar mirror today that says
Mean People Suck.



Life is too short to be unkind. Besides, whenever someone isn't nice to the people around them, it makes Johnny Depp cry.

Love.

bijou
 
Bienvenue to anyone hungry or thirsty on this cold and sunny Tuesday.

Focusing on cultivating some Chill in the bistro today.

Some beautiful love in musical form.

I've an album of theirs. Lovely stuff.


Ahem, yum. *drool*

And an extra big scrawly legend on the bar mirror today that says
Mean People Suck.

Life is too short to be unkind. Besides, whenever someone isn't nice to the people around them, it makes Johnny Depp cry.

Love.

bijou

I make a sexual career out of being a mean bastard. I am frequently unkind. I have even been unkind to the lovelies here.

I suck :(

ETA: And I would love to make Johnny Depp cry. I could sell a video of it for a mint. :caning:

ETA2: I jus realised that this is the first time I've ever used the :caning: emote. Wow.
 
I make a sexual career out of being a mean bastard. I am frequently unkind. I have even been unkind to the lovelies here.

I suck :(

ETA: And I would love to make Johnny Depp cry. I could sell a video of it for a mint. :caning:

somehow, darlin', I think your meanness might fall into a slightly different category. Requested, appreciated and educated contextual meanness is an art form.

But if you suck, let's talk...

*evil eyebrows*

bj
 
Bienvenue to anyone hungry or thirsty on this cold and sunny Tuesday.

Focusing on cultivating some Chill in the bistro today.

Some beautiful love in musical form.

A thousand-armed embodiment of universal compassion

A gentle, meditative feast

And an extra big scrawly legend on the bar mirror today that says
Mean People Suck.



Life is too short to be unkind. Besides, whenever someone isn't nice to the people around them, it makes Johnny Depp cry.

Love.

bijou

Since Tuesday is humpday in Bistroville as I recall, I'm here to give a shoutout, an enthusiastic (if germy) hump and a sneeze to my beloved eagleyez. I'd further like to invite all my bgffs to offer him a happy, symbolic hump (only symbolic!) for being the great new age sensitive guy he is. Although he is only one day ahead of me in this foul viral Maine mange we both have, he eschewed all offers of help from me today (saying "my girl is sick") and did three loads of laundry, the grocery shopping and is making dinner for us. Besides which he has given freely of snuggles, tuck-ins and brushed my hair. Is that deserving of major humping or what? God? Thank you for my eagleyez! I MEAN IT!

tyvm. slumps at corner of bar, sneezes, and drinks my orange-strawberry smoothie.

:kiss:<------ germ-free digi-kiss
 
Since Tuesday is humpday in Bistroville as I recall, I'm here to give a shoutout, an enthusiastic (if germy) hump and a sneeze to my beloved eagleyez. I'd further like to invite all my bgffs to offer him a happy, symbolic hump (only symbolic!) for being the great new age sensitive guy he is. Although he is only one day ahead of me in this foul viral Maine mange we both have, he eschewed all offers of help from me today (saying "my girl is sick") and did three loads of laundry, the grocery shopping and is making dinner for us. Besides which he has given freely of snuggles, tuck-ins and brushed my hair. Is that deserving of major humping or what? God? Thank you for my eagleyez! I MEAN IT!

tyvm. slumps at corner of bar, sneezes, and drinks my orange-strawberry smoothie.

:kiss:<------ germ-free digi-kiss

A purely platonic and filled-with-admiration leg humping for the Man! I've taken care of a few sick people myself recently, and doing so while sick is extra special. Although I'm quite sure you're not a pain in the ass like some of my charges have been...

And I thought I might offer the regular Tuesday leg-humping to the newlyweds this week. Good for them for having faith in love and telling each other so in front of all their friends and family.

Besides, newlyweds are sexy. They're all full of hotness for each other and stuff and I find that completely adorable.

hearts
bj

eta: aw bubbie! so sorry you're still sick. Here's a get-well bouquet you can eat.

eta eta ps
look what just got born in Japan. If this doesn't make you feel a teency bit better, well, I'll try something else.
 
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