🏡PLP's Bazaar of the Bizarre: A Study Hall for the Deviant and Delightful

[PrettyLilPussy19]

EVERYONE STOP!!

Google AI Will Smith Spaghetti


You're welcome.

 

[Violetvixen1]

EVERYONE STOP!!

Google AI Will Smith Spaghetti


You're welcome.

The fuck did I just watch?!?

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

The fuck did I just watch?!?

I needed someone else to see. Thank you.

 

[Violetvixen1]

I needed someone else to see. Thank you.

You’re welcome

 

[Whiskeyjack]

EVERYONE STOP!!

Google AI Will Smith Spaghetti


You're welcome.

Oh, good. Another thing to keep me up at night. Thanks, PLP. You're the best.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Oh, good. Another thing to keep me up at night. Thanks, PLP. You're the best.

Don't let the spaghetti monster get you in your sleep!

 

[Taegul]

EVERYONE STOP!!

Google AI Will Smith Spaghetti


You're welcome.

Dear Will Smith,

Keep my wife's spaghetti out of your fucking mouth!

 

[LadyLascivious1]

EVERYONE STOP!!

Google AI Will Smith Spaghetti


You're welcome.

There was no way I was falling for that!

Sometimes my complete lack of FOMO extra pays off

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

There was no way I was falling for that!

Sometimes my complete lack of FOMO extra pays off

You're missing out!

 

[Whiskeyjack]

I skipped it too lol I don’t need any weird in my brain while I’m over here drinking wine

You're smarter than me.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

So I know we are all pretty much cocks and cunts and stupid jokes in here but I had something on my mind and instead of cluttering up someone other thread (and since we don't’ have a blog post thread) I figured I’d clutter up my own thread.

A few things last week had me feeling like someone put sand in my thong, one public comment and one private incident, and in discussing this someone said to me “don't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bed”. And that just sent this lil overthinking brain into a spiral.

Yes! I hate that! Not that my garden bed is much at all to look at but it’s a little patch of earth I like to play in and I try to make it nice to look at it. When someone comes along and, either intentionally or unintentionally, throws shit in my garden, I usually have one of two responses. Either, say fuck the garden and forget it and let weeds and thorns take over OR I just ignore the shit and then feel like I’m awkwardly navigating this unwanted thing in my garden. But then I realized I can incorporate it - use it, learn from it, dilute it. Shit shouldn’t ruin the fun of my garden. And I know there is at least one of you out there hoping I’m leading to a scat revelation, no! It’s an analogy you fucking pervert. Calm down.

The biggest realization hit me last - I was spending so much time and energy thinking about and navigating around this turd that I completely forgot to focus on the beautiful flowers that just happened to grow there. The roses of long time friendship, the love lilies, the daisies of new friends, and the sex flowers (whichever those are). I know this is probably starting to sound like a sermon, and it could be, but it’s just a reminder that nothing someone throws at you should ruin something you enjoy and that you always have a choice on what to focus on.

The people who care about things like gardens will always compliment your flora and the rest will just have to be okay ignoring it. I don’t need the compliments (and this is certainly not me asking for them - so don’t! Or spanks!) but I love to see the bees and butterflies come to play in a place that makes us all thrive as an ecosystem. That buzzing isn’t just a vibrator.

And if you read all this, you’re amazing and I owe you a blowjob. The end.

 

[Cat]

So I know we are all pretty much cocks and cunts and stupid jokes in here but I had something on my mind and instead of cluttering up someone other thread (and since we don't’ have a blog post thread) I figured I’d clutter up my own thread.

A few things last week had me feeling like someone put sand in my thong, one public comment and one private incident, and in discussing this someone said to me “don't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bed”. And that just sent this lil overthinking brain into a spiral.

Yes! I hate that! Not that my garden bed is much at all to look at but it’s a little patch of earth I like to play in and I try to make it nice to look at it. When someone comes along and, either intentionally or unintentionally, throws shit in my garden, I usually have one of two responses. Either, say fuck the garden and forget it and let weeds and thorns take over OR I just ignore the shit and then feel like I’m awkwardly navigating this unwanted thing in my garden. But then I realized I can incorporate it - use it, learn from it, dilute it. Shit shouldn’t ruin the fun of my garden. And I know there is at least one of you out there hoping I’m leading to a scat revelation, no! It’s an analogy you fucking pervert. Calm down.

The biggest realization hit me last - I was spending so much time and energy thinking about and navigating around this turd that I completely forgot to focus on the beautiful flowers that just happened to grow there. The roses of long time friendship, the love lilies, the daisies of new friends, and the sex flowers (whichever those are). I know this is probably starting to sound like a sermon, and it could be, but it’s just a reminder that nothing someone throws at you should ruin something you enjoy and that you always have a choice on what to focus on.

The people who care about things like gardens will always compliment your flora and the rest will just have to be okay ignoring it. I don’t need the compliments (and this is certainly not me asking for them - so don’t! Or spanks!) but I love to see the bees and butterflies come to play in a place that makes us all thrive as an ecosystem. That buzzing isn’t just a vibrator.

And if you read all this, you’re amazing and I owe you a blowjob. The end.

.... I read all of it... (And I do agree with every word!)

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

.... I read all of it... (And I do agree with every word!)

Blowjob for you

 

[SirConradPeckereye]

So I know we are all pretty much cocks and cunts and stupid jokes in here but I had something on my mind and instead of cluttering up someone other thread (and since we don't’ have a blog post thread) I figured I’d clutter up my own thread.

A few things last week had me feeling like someone put sand in my thong, one public comment and one private incident, and in discussing this someone said to me “don't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bed”. And that just sent this lil overthinking brain into a spiral.

Yes! I hate that! Not that my garden bed is much at all to look at but it’s a little patch of earth I like to play in and I try to make it nice to look at it. When someone comes along and, either intentionally or unintentionally, throws shit in my garden, I usually have one of two responses. Either, say fuck the garden and forget it and let weeds and thorns take over OR I just ignore the shit and then feel like I’m awkwardly navigating this unwanted thing in my garden. But then I realized I can incorporate it - use it, learn from it, dilute it. Shit shouldn’t ruin the fun of my garden. And I know there is at least one of you out there hoping I’m leading to a scat revelation, no! It’s an analogy you fucking pervert. Calm down.

The biggest realization hit me last - I was spending so much time and energy thinking about and navigating around this turd that I completely forgot to focus on the beautiful flowers that just happened to grow there. The roses of long time friendship, the love lilies, the daisies of new friends, and the sex flowers (whichever those are). I know this is probably starting to sound like a sermon, and it could be, but it’s just a reminder that nothing someone throws at you should ruin something you enjoy and that you always have a choice on what to focus on.

The people who care about things like gardens will always compliment your flora and the rest will just have to be okay ignoring it. I don’t need the compliments (and this is certainly not me asking for them - so don’t! Or spanks!) but I love to see the bees and butterflies come to play in a place that makes us all thrive as an ecosystem. That buzzing isn’t just a vibrator.

And if you read all this, you’re amazing and I owe you a blowjob. The end.

Oh.... happened to read it all...... aaannndddd......
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[Whiskeyjack]

So I know we are all pretty much cocks and cunts and stupid jokes in here but I had something on my mind and instead of cluttering up someone other thread (and since we don't’ have a blog post thread) I figured I’d clutter up my own thread.

A few things last week had me feeling like someone put sand in my thong, one public comment and one private incident, and in discussing this someone said to me “don't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bed”. And that just sent this lil overthinking brain into a spiral.

Yes! I hate that! Not that my garden bed is much at all to look at but it’s a little patch of earth I like to play in and I try to make it nice to look at it. When someone comes along and, either intentionally or unintentionally, throws shit in my garden, I usually have one of two responses. Either, say fuck the garden and forget it and let weeds and thorns take over OR I just ignore the shit and then feel like I’m awkwardly navigating this unwanted thing in my garden. But then I realized I can incorporate it - use it, learn from it, dilute it. Shit shouldn’t ruin the fun of my garden. And I know there is at least one of you out there hoping I’m leading to a scat revelation, no! It’s an analogy you fucking pervert. Calm down.

The biggest realization hit me last - I was spending so much time and energy thinking about and navigating around this turd that I completely forgot to focus on the beautiful flowers that just happened to grow there. The roses of long time friendship, the love lilies, the daisies of new friends, and the sex flowers (whichever those are). I know this is probably starting to sound like a sermon, and it could be, but it’s just a reminder that nothing someone throws at you should ruin something you enjoy and that you always have a choice on what to focus on.

The people who care about things like gardens will always compliment your flora and the rest will just have to be okay ignoring it. I don’t need the compliments (and this is certainly not me asking for them - so don’t! Or spanks!) but I love to see the bees and butterflies come to play in a place that makes us all thrive as an ecosystem. That buzzing isn’t just a vibrator.

And if you read all this, you’re amazing and I owe you a blowjob. The end.

I hope I'm one of the flowers and not one of the shitspreaders. Can I be a foxglove? I love foxgloves.

Also, for sex flowers, I know there are several phallic-shaped fungi, and some flowers that resemble labia (ahem, Georgia O'Keefe). But I'm gonna have to go with the psychotria elata, also known as the girlfriend kiss.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

I hope I'm one of the flowers and not one of the shitspreaders. Can I be a foxglove? I love foxgloves.

Also, for sex flowers, I know there are several phallic-shaped fungi, and some flowers that resemble labia (ahem, Georgia O'Keefe). But I'm gonna have to go with the psychotria elata, also known as the girlfriend kiss.
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You're absolutely a flower.

 

[MedicalMuse]

So I know we are all pretty much cocks and cunts and stupid jokes in here but I had something on my mind and instead of cluttering up someone other thread (and since we don't’ have a blog post thread) I figured I’d clutter up my own thread.

A few things last week had me feeling like someone put sand in my thong, one public comment and one private incident, and in discussing this someone said to me “don't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bed”. And that just sent this lil overthinking brain into a spiral.

Yes! I hate that! Not that my garden bed is much at all to look at but it’s a little patch of earth I like to play in and I try to make it nice to look at it. When someone comes along and, either intentionally or unintentionally, throws shit in my garden, I usually have one of two responses. Either, say fuck the garden and forget it and let weeds and thorns take over OR I just ignore the shit and then feel like I’m awkwardly navigating this unwanted thing in my garden. But then I realized I can incorporate it - use it, learn from it, dilute it. Shit shouldn’t ruin the fun of my garden. And I know there is at least one of you out there hoping I’m leading to a scat revelation, no! It’s an analogy you fucking pervert. Calm down.

The biggest realization hit me last - I was spending so much time and energy thinking about and navigating around this turd that I completely forgot to focus on the beautiful flowers that just happened to grow there. The roses of long time friendship, the love lilies, the daisies of new friends, and the sex flowers (whichever those are). I know this is probably starting to sound like a sermon, and it could be, but it’s just a reminder that nothing someone throws at you should ruin something you enjoy and that you always have a choice on what to focus on.

The people who care about things like gardens will always compliment your flora and the rest will just have to be okay ignoring it. I don’t need the compliments (and this is certainly not me asking for them - so don’t! Or spanks!) but I love to see the bees and butterflies come to play in a place that makes us all thrive as an ecosystem. That buzzing isn’t just a vibrator.

And if you read all this, you’re amazing and I owe you a blowjob. The end.

I read it. I don’t know how I’d get a blow, but I’m so glad you got to remind yourself and us thanks

 

[Joxlrg]

So I know we are all pretty much cocks and cunts and stupid jokes in here but I had something on my mind and instead of cluttering up someone other thread (and since we don't’ have a blog post thread) I figured I’d clutter up my own thread.

A few things last week had me feeling like someone put sand in my thong, one public comment and one private incident, and in discussing this someone said to me “don't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bed”. And that just sent this lil overthinking brain into a spiral.

Yes! I hate that! Not that my garden bed is much at all to look at but it’s a little patch of earth I like to play in and I try to make it nice to look at it. When someone comes along and, either intentionally or unintentionally, throws shit in my garden, I usually have one of two responses. Either, say fuck the garden and forget it and let weeds and thorns take over OR I just ignore the shit and then feel like I’m awkwardly navigating this unwanted thing in my garden. But then I realized I can incorporate it - use it, learn from it, dilute it. Shit shouldn’t ruin the fun of my garden. And I know there is at least one of you out there hoping I’m leading to a scat revelation, no! It’s an analogy you fucking pervert. Calm down.

The biggest realization hit me last - I was spending so much time and energy thinking about and navigating around this turd that I completely forgot to focus on the beautiful flowers that just happened to grow there. The roses of long time friendship, the love lilies, the daisies of new friends, and the sex flowers (whichever those are). I know this is probably starting to sound like a sermon, and it could be, but it’s just a reminder that nothing someone throws at you should ruin something you enjoy and that you always have a choice on what to focus on.

The people who care about things like gardens will always compliment your flora and the rest will just have to be okay ignoring it. I don’t need the compliments (and this is certainly not me asking for them - so don’t! Or spanks!) but I love to see the bees and butterflies come to play in a place that makes us all thrive as an ecosystem. That buzzing isn’t just a vibrator.

And if you read all this, you’re amazing and I owe you a blowjob. The end.

LOL... Well said and I would certainly take you up on that !!!

 

[Whiskeyjack]

I read it. I don’t know how I’d get a blow, but I’m so glad you got to remind yourself and us thanks

I'm willing to help facilitate you getting your blow, as long as I can watch. Plus, I have to collect mine too.

 

[MedicalMuse]

I'm willing to help facilitate you getting your blow, as long as I can watch. Plus, I have to collect mine too.

Always such a team player

 

[Whiskeyjack]

Always such a team player

What can I say? I just like field trips.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

I’ll go make sure we have plenty of clean towels and snacks/drinks to keep our lovely hostess rehydrated

Fantastic post and some great food for thought! I really like this garden and all the flowers I’ve seen blooming lately

Add chapstick and a 5Hour Energy to that list, SNG.

 

[Joxlrg]

Add chapstick and a 5Hour Energy to that list, SNG.

Maybe a Sun Hat also

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Maybe a Sun Hat also

I'm scared to ask...

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

I thought about chapstick but didn’t know if that was safe to smear all over … erm… sensitive bits while you were doing your thing

Oh god... is it not?!?

<off to Google and call poison control>