The Isolated Blurt Thread XXVII: Aubrey Plaza's Cotton Candy Flavored Vagina

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Denny

Pretty sure my head almost exploded.
Everytime I see your user name I remember the comedy TV show Wings.
Seems like it was about two pilots that are sort of a taxi service and a sexy little female assistant. You are her!:)
 
The DJ guy said Breaking Bad is coming back in 2017. Don't know how that's going to happen, it had a perfect ending.
 
I think in retrospect the idea of it is better than the reality. It gets sticky doesn't it? On the face, however wide you open your mouth? Also, I think from my last wander round a fair ground ( maybe in 2004) it is in plastic bags now, not on the wooden sticks. Somehow that doesn't seem as lovely.

No but just as good. We sell that year round in my state. I get it for nostalgia sometimes. Can't have that all the time....my teeth scream at me if I do.
 
I think in retrospect the idea of it is better than the reality. It gets sticky doesn't it? On the face, however wide you open your mouth? Also, I think from my last wander round a fair ground ( maybe in 2004) it is in plastic bags now, not on the wooden sticks. Somehow that doesn't seem as lovely.

hello, Elle :)

(at a fair)
they generally have some prepacked in plastic bags, but make it fresh with a candyfloss machine in situ; it attracts customers - the aroma and taste of freshly spun 'floss, never mind the hypnotic motions of winding the spun sugar onto a stick, is heavenly :cool:
 
hello, Elle

(at a fair)
they generally have some prepacked in plastic bags, but make it fresh with a candyfloss machine in situ; it attracts customers - the aroma and taste of freshly spun 'floss, never mind the hypnotic motions of winding the spun sugar onto a stick, is heavenly.
My offer still stands, you know. Any time you change your mind - I'm here, just one pm away.:kiss:
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Fucking spring.

It teases you with little tastes of 61° followed by 65° and promises of abundant sunshine and luxuriant warmth.

Then it slams you with six days in a row of clouds, 53° and fucking drizzle.


I want it HOT, HOT, HOT.


 
My frail, beautiful 91 year old patient told me that she will see me in her dreams because she dreams of angels.

I was speechless and teary eyed.

And, yes, I know that I'm no angel.

But still.
 
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