The Isolated Blurt BDSM Thread

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I let my lil out by accident in walmart :rolleyes:
I went for an oil change and the car is new to me and the oil change guy was asking me what kind of oil was in it then he told me if he rotated my tires he would have to change the tpi kit and i felt scared and the bottom lip started pouting and I just kept telling him I dont know and then I just told him to forget it and left crying dialing Daddy #1s number.
I left him a frantic message that i needed him right away and when he called back and found out what was wrong he laughed and told me i was silly and got scared for no reason... Daddy#2 called mins later (guessing D #1 told him what happened and he knows a lot of car stuff) he told me what tpi meant and what kind of oil i had and i felt much better.
So now I have to go like a big girl and get my oil changed...thinking its not gonna be at walmart this time. :eek:
 
We uh, dipped in to wax play tonight.
I'm not ready to give it a thumbs up or down.
More experimentation is necessary.
 
... Trarce Thurf?

That's going into my names for future characters file. Maybe subfiled under "alien." Or "dumbass."
 
Sorry. I reported the moron. If he did it twice in here, he probably did it another 50 times in other fora. Okay, only 25, since he has a total of 28 posts. :rolleyes:
 
I let my lil out by accident in walmart :rolleyes:
I went for an oil change and the car is new to me and the oil change guy was asking me what kind of oil was in it then he told me if he rotated my tires he would have to change the tpi kit and i felt scared and the bottom lip started pouting and I just kept telling him I dont know and then I just told him to forget it and left crying dialing Daddy #1s number.
I left him a frantic message that i needed him right away and when he called back and found out what was wrong he laughed and told me i was silly and got scared for no reason... Daddy#2 called mins later (guessing D #1 told him what happened and he knows a lot of car stuff) he told me what tpi meant and what kind of oil i had and i felt much better.
So now I have to go like a big girl and get my oil changed...thinking its not gonna be at walmart this time. :eek:

Eh, I refuse to know anything about cars. I can damn well do just about everything else in my life so in my book a car is a male thing. I dont want to know anything but where the wheel and pedals are. My late Dad used to berate me about that all the time, my ex husband never got his driving license but had to change the oil and stuff if he wanted me to drive him around. My present one, thank God, is a professional so no problem there.
I told them all, when you learn how to knit and make a lunch for 6 out of empty fridge then I am going to learn how my car works. They never did so I never did either.

I found me a mechanic guy who took care of my cars for decades. He never told me anything, would just write down on a piece of paper if I had to actually go buy parts and tell me where to go. He did what he had to do and gave me the bill. No car talk. No weird looks. A bit more expensive than average but worth every extra cent.
Any man who expects me to know a single thing about my car is in for a big surprise... :cool:
 
Almost an hour and a half to get straightened out and finished a task that should have been done a week ago before I left for my days off.

"Oh no, just leave the stuff where we can find it, we'll get it done"

MY EYE, You will!!

Sad part is, it was my boss holding things up. Even more sad,it was my other boss that assured me they would get the job done.

I know its conceited, and full of myself to say this. But. I'm having a hard time believing that when I quit, this place won't burn to the ground in my absence.

*See phone ring blurt above*
 
I wonder sometimes if the amount of preservatives one has eaten over a lifetime is at least partially responsible for the shelf life of ones heartaches.
 
I wonder sometimes if the amount of preservatives one has eaten over a lifetime is at least partially responsible for the shelf life of ones heartaches.

Maybe such a research result would at least encourage people to eat less processed food.

Here "preservatives" are condoms and that was my first assosiation when I read your post. It took a couple of reads before I realized you didn't, in fact, write about eating condoms.
 
Here "preservatives" are condoms and that was my first assosiation when I read your post. It took a couple of reads before I realized you didn't, in fact, write about eating condoms.

LOL, here too and I was for the moment confused wth are you talking about :eek:
 
He is stressing out about the talk he has to give tomorrow. If he believed in himself one hundredth as much as I believe in him, he would not be stressed about it.
 
I love the different reactions I get when I pair a push up bra with a very low cut v-neck shirt.

You get the whole range from creepy drooler to overly polite to "oh shit she caught me staring! Act like you didn't notice"

It always amuses me. :cathappy:
 
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