šŸ”PLP's Bazaar of the Bizarre: A Study Hall for the Deviant and Delightful

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 ā€œdon't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bedā€. 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.
 
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 ā€œdon't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bedā€. 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!) šŸ˜»šŸ˜‡šŸ˜˜
 
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 ā€œdon't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bedā€. 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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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 ā€œdon't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bedā€. 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.
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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.
 
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 ā€œdon't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bedā€. 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.
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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
 
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 ā€œdon't you hate it when someone shits in your garden bedā€. 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 !!!
 
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