son of the isolated blurts thread!

Oh I'm okay, it was the business premises. I had the alarm company tell me there was an intruder. So lucky me, I drew the short straw. The burglars did a runner, I wasn't hurt and I didn't give them the opportunity to steal anything. I am SOOOOO tired.
 
This place....is there anyone here that gives a shit that there are real human beings that can hurt behind the pretty fonts on the screen. When did we all become so fucking mean.

I'm sorry you are hurt, my love. Let me return that big old cyber hug you gave me yesterday with interest, and know that you completely and utterly adored by one curly haired moppet in Pennsylvania.
 
Why are my children continually horrified that I eat things like spicy pickles for breakfast? I'm a grown-ass woman. I will eat whatever I want for breakfast. So there! *stomping dainty foot in vexation*
 
Why are my children continually horrified that I eat things like spicy pickles for breakfast? I'm a grown-ass woman. I will eat whatever I want for breakfast. So there! *stomping dainty foot in vexation*

I blame the parent.

In unrelated news, my boy just tried to gouge out my tongue. Again.
 
Cowabunga Motherfucker

I just had to say it. The voices in my head insisted. I always listen to my voices.
 
This place....is there anyone here that gives a shit that there are real human beings that can hurt behind the pretty fonts on the screen. When did we all become so fucking mean.



I do hope this is a general observation, perhaps combined with the hormone square-dance currently kicking up inside you that is behind this, and nobody has taken any specific swipe at you.

Big hugs to you Lustrous One, and do remember there are plenty here in this place who give great big shits that there are real people behind the avatars.


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I blame the parent.

In unrelated news, my boy just tried to gouge out my tongue. Again.
Come see the violence inherent in the system! I blame the parent for this egregious turn of events as well, but I do hope your tongue is safe. ;)

First-ever story, Ribbon, is now up here at Lit World Publishing. :D

Congrats! Racing off to read said publication. :D

I had heard that it is not that you eat pickles for breakfast, but how you eat them that causes those present to become anxious.
:D

Simmer down now you. I actually did get into a pickle deep throat contest with the lady selling pickles at the PA Renaissance Faire once, but I do not do that sort of thing in front of the children because that would be weird and wrong. Plus these babies are really spicy. I had that lovely tingle on my lips for about 15 min afterwards.
 
First-ever story, Ribbon, is now up here at Lit World Publishing. :D



A fine read, and great inaugural submission MWY. Very nicely paced, and written in a fashion that has the reader a witness, quietly present in the room, as the scene delicately unfurls.

I enjoyed it very much.
 
A fine read, and great inaugural submission MWY. Very nicely paced, and written in a fashion that has the reader a witness, quietly present in the room, as the scene delicately unfurls.

I enjoyed it very much.



Thank you, all. There is a second effort in progress, that might or might not involve dental floss. I know that just the mention of this highly erotically charged material can cause some weaker folk to faint, so I hesitated to mention it. But consider yourselves fairly warned.
 
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