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soory, my own tar pit is mucky and fucked up and kept deep inside this week, just in case anybody missed me, which it seems obvious, that no one did
that's okay....I'll just boo hoo myself to sleep again
love yall
I am sincerely always happy to see you here. So there!![]()
soory, my own tar pit is mucky and fucked up and kept deep inside this week, just in case anybody missed me, which it seems obvious, that no one did
that's okay....I'll just boo hoo myself to sleep again
love yall
I hope this is a telling off place too because NJ you are about to be ... don't you ever ever say such a thing again because I know full well, and you should too, that you are damn well loved (yes loved you daft bat) by anyone on here that you have had any contact with and you hold a very special place in my heart .. sooooo consider yourself told and no more of that shit about not being missed
<<< watchesokay...I will spank myself for you.
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<<< watches
kinky moo
moo moo? hey you
I missed you today. You always make me smile. how was the weather over yonder today?
not really sure why I asked that, but maybe because it has been raining here every single afternoon for a week now.
here comes the sun, do do da do
hey, and this is kinda for Angeline, it's about dialect and the way we folks talk round these parts.
In NC, when a person is referring to the part of a car that is rubber and rolls, you will commonly here them say something like
"Hey man, your tar is flat..."
I think it has something to do with all the Irish that settled there years ago, and their dialects still hang around in some certain odd ways. I know I can do lots of accents, and one day, it occurred to me that an Irish accent can be manipulated into modern day mountain-folk- speak. You're gonna love Asheville.
I have some pics I will resize later and post for you so you can see the actual peaks, they are fucking gorgeous. There is one certain spot that looks like breasts of a woman lying on her side. We lived ina little valley right below, sort of near the navel, lol.
love you
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It's hot and sunny and I am having my house painted and a new patio laid in the back garden so there are a men with mucky boots around and I am trying to keep nosy dogs out of the cement but it should look great when it's finished
I wonder what you would make of the Norfolk accent (which is where I grew up) ? Oim gorn ta Swarfum fer arr derrs troshin all far nothin ... don't worry even the rest of England can't understand it lol!
There aren't too many states between us. I could make a road trip and come down there and wallop you. I have plenty of sticks in my yard. Don't let a dick bring you down like that. I've been there.okay, I have some sticky tar pit rant in keeping with the tone of this thread, and beware, it is not pretty.
Those of you know who me and my dealing with a certain man, I will call him "Dick".
Okay, I know him for 8 years, He tells me he loves me, yada yada then as soon as he is free, the motherfucker tells me all the things that are wrong with me. I couldl write a frigging novel about his faults, but I love him anyway.
IT seems I was just someone to whine to. Well, I hope his tiny little balls rot off from screwing aids infected strippers, MALE strippers and I hope he never hurts another person like he hurt me. But what pisses me off the most is I still care and that is why I wish he were dead. But I wouldn't do it, I just hope someone with less self restraint than I have encounters his bullshit bravado and he learns what it feels like to have a truly broken heart,
I will never ever trust another man with my heart again, as long as I live.
Never.
Oh, I just saw this. lol I wrote more Conrad poems recently. I need to write one about you, a frog or squirrel, and Mr. Dimple.ooohhh! an audience? tee hee
now if only Conrad Dimple would appear, and pat my nekkid rear
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There aren't too many states between us. I could make a road trip and come down there and wallop you. I have plenty of sticks in my yard. Don't let a dick bring you down like that. I've been there.
I hope you're not still talking to him...
I've written long emails to lovers -- with complaints, with demands, with woe-is-me, with all sorts of drama. Fortunately, I did learn, at some point, to stopping sending them... most of the time. It works just as well. Once it's written down and you let off some steam, you feel better. So keeping some rants to yourself is a good thing. But what you posted makes for boring reading. I want the dirt!!!I've typed out my rant and kept it to myself to protect the guilty .. if that makes sense which it probably doesn't
Muckraker!<snip> I want the dirt!!!![]()