I will occasionally post things in this thread.

*bookmarks this thread and preys to the Baby Jesus and the guy the started Papa Murphy Pizzas that Honey gets naked or at least sends me some naked pictures in my For JAJ's Eye's Only PM box.

*tebowing*

Often wonders why no one made a joke about T-boning.

How naked?
 
*bookmarks this thread and preys to the Baby Jesus and the guy the started Papa Murphy Pizzas that Honey gets naked or at least sends me some naked pictures in my For JAJ's Eye's Only PM box.

*tebowing*

A fine Christmas prayer. Provided she sends copies to me.
 
I was thinking face sitting naked but then I wouldn't be able to hear what you were saying.

Right now, with all the suffering I'm going through, any of your naked beauty will suffice.:cool:

:eek: You'd sit on my face naked? I didn't realize you like the rim job


what suffering?
 
Dear people at the cash register: please stop saying 'Happy holidays.' It's Christmas. We non-Jesus types will not crumble under the force of you having a holiday for him that has turned into a big deal. We know it's Christmas. Just say it and stop being so condescending.

Also: Merry Christmas, Literotica.
 
To wit: flew in a big old jet airliner on Chistmas night. Got all the way through the airport and onto the plane without a single person mentioning that it was Christmas. Not even a wimpy 'have a nice holiday.' The waiters and waitresses on the airplane were chatty and laid back, with the standard proportion of efficient gay men to jaded middle-aged white women. Pilot was verbose, magnanimous, and obviously drunk. Yet, during the five-plus hour flight, not a single soul mentioned that it was Christmas--sorry, a holiday.

On the way out of the plane, I asked the biggest, gayest airplane-waiter why no one had mentioned the c-word. He said they were instructed not to, lest someone complain.

The other waiters and waitresses swarmed and began bitching about it. "The minute we say something, they'll find some way to dig someone up who is offended by it."

Very strange people, we humans are.
 
To wit: flew in a big old jet airliner on Chistmas night. Got all the way through the airport and onto the plane without a single person mentioning that it was Christmas. Not even a wimpy 'have a nice holiday.' The waiters and waitresses on the airplane were chatty and laid back, with the standard proportion of efficient gay men to jaded middle-aged white women. Pilot was verbose, magnanimous, and obviously drunk. Yet, during the five-plus hour flight, not a single soul mentioned that it was Christmas--sorry, a holiday.

On the way out of the plane, I asked the biggest, gayest airplane-waiter why no one had mentioned the c-word. He said they were instructed not to, lest someone complain.

The other waiters and waitresses swarmed and began bitching about it. "The minute we say something, they'll find some way to dig someone up who is offended by it."

Very strange people, we humans are.

It only took one day for this place to revert to its usual shit-slinging. I'm not surprised at the verity of human beings, really.
 
please consider this my occasionally posted thing for the day.
 
You might as well know: as soon as you leave the kitchen, I pull the ziplock bags out of the drying rack and throw them in the garbage. Those saggy, never-drying-out motherfuckers can kiss my pleasantly formed ass.
 
I pick the corn out of your poop and serve it to you for dinner.


Fair is fair.
 
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