As the holidays get closer...

[SnoopDog]

What are your wishes for christmas presents?

I want a digital camera so I can finally take some pics and maybe post them.
But even if I won't, I don't hace ANY camera right now. The last pgotos I've taken must have been a couple of years (!) ago.

So what do you want for christmas?

Got a list?

Or do you like being surprised?

Tell the curious little Beagle !

Snoopy

 

[Guest]

whirled peas

isnt that what all beauty contestants want?

ok ok...
lets see...
id love a new bed...using a hand-me-down and gatta tell ya...IT SUCKS.

erm...
a couple sweaters...(maybe a gift cert. to a store so i can pick em out ...can never really trust sweater gifts)

a snowy xmas day...think you can put an order in for me?

other that those...my xmas will be perfect this year. my woman is coming to see me right before xmas and then in jan, im going to see her... what more could i possibly ask for

 

[Shock Chick]

I want Vella and Lucky.

That Raging Whoremoans bitch can carry on moaning.

Shocky

 

[Guest]

I want Vella and Lucky.

That Raging Whoremoans bitch can carry on moaning.

Shocky

mental note to check airline fares

 

[Bridget69]

I want a boyfriend for Christmas.

 

[Guest]

I want a boyfriend for Christmas.

Me 2.

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

I want Vella and Lucky.

That Raging Whoremoans bitch can carry on moaning.

Shocky

At least task her out for cinematography or something.

Damn, you're a bigger bitch than I thought.



Don't let it go to your head.

 

[Guest]

At least task her out for cinematography or something.

Damn, you're a bigger bitch than I thought.



Don't let it go to your head.

Ok, that can be your job.

Never.

 

[Guest]

ooooo
i just thought of another thing!


a nice long session with the horse hair flogger...

*melt*

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

Ok, that can be your job.

Never.

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

ooooo
i just thought of another thing!


a nice long session with the horse hair flogger...

*melt*

How does one wrap something like that and place it 'neath the tree? Hmmm...?

 

[Guest]

How does one wrap something like that and place it 'neath the tree? Hmmm...?

strong twine?

 

[Guest]

strong twine?

Bahahahahaaaaaaaaa!!!

Do I get to watch her spank you for being so cheeky?

 

[Liar]

I want a boyfriend for Christmas.

What a coincidence, I want a girlfriend.

This is working out really nice.

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

strong twine?

Nah, you're too strong. I think that situation would call for the heavy cuffs and straps.

 

[Guest]

party pooper here

I point this out as an example of a too frequent thread jack. Snoop had a lovely idea and I knew just what I was going to post but then I had to scan through the above silliness* and no longer feel like publilcizing my xmas desires.

Perdita

*silliness is fine but this stuff is becoming like graffiti on city streets; it gets tiresome and offputting.

 

[Raging Whoremoans]

I didn't realize I was logged into Perditotica.com

 

[Guest]

Give me a break, it's been a while. Been through shit, come out the other side = happy.

Apologies to Snoopy. I really am sorry, I promise not to get carried away again.

Lou

 

[lucky-E-leven]

All I want for Christmas is my two front...

Nah, I'm a simple Christmas wish person. I'm always really happy to be with the people I love and watch their faces light up over gifts, food, laughs and lights.

As for 'things': It's all about the little things with me. A robe, music, iPod accessories, candy and sentimental home-made things.



~lucky

 

[Guest]

I didn't realize I was logged into Perditotica.com

You're not, you wouldn't qualify. I made my point, carry on.

adios, Perdita

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

....using a hand-me-down (bed) ...

Hand-me-down is much better than foam, or eider down, either.

Hand-me-down is digital!



I'd love a Jacuzzi, but with my apartment it would have to be one that lowers from the ceiling.

I guess what I really want is a bigger apartment, without having the trouble of moving all my stuff!

 

[English Lady]

I really am not fussy over what I get for christmas A bit of thought put into a gift and I'm happy

 

[ChilledVodkaIV]

I didn't realize I was logged into Perditotica.com

That's not a link. It's not even a word, compounded, concatenated or otherwise.

* * *

Silently sobbing, Boy held tightly to his mother's mittened hand. His mother, concerned because she was quite aware of the thoughts running through his little tousled head, tried to keep up a steady stream of consolatory, up-beat chatter.

Shortly after 3.25 and approaching the automatic, stickered plexi-glass doors of Hamleys, Boy quitened as the crowds of last minute, child-laden, harried parents brought home to him what must surely be their destination of the afternoon.

Being a polite and well-mannered little child, Boy never, ever made a scene, neither in public nor privately at home.

Aghast was not a word with which Boy was familiar, but it mattered not, he was. Never before had Boy seen such a glut of gaiety, such a deluge of delight, such a barrage of bounty as was displayed before and surrounding him.

Pall was another word with which Boy was not familiar. Nonetheless, the glittering gush began to do just that, too soon, too soon, thought his mother.

Boy's mother never once thought that she should have married someone else, someone from nearer home, someone of a different religion. If she had, she deduced, then she would never have given birth to Boy. Oh another child, or many more children, but none of them would have been Boy. And she was still in love with Kim, her far Eastern promise. But oh how she wished he wasn't Chinese.

Boy's father had no qualms about celebrating Christmas, either religiously or consumerishly and he delighted in bestowing lavish gifts on both his wife and his only son, whom he had named Boy, in honour of his great grandfather, whose name was most closely translated from the Chinese as "Boy".

But this year Boy had begun school and had mixed with children with names like Kevin or James or even Chandler or Bradd. And now, approaching Christmas time Boy eschewed the X-Boxes, Game Cubes and the Vaio his father favoured, held no interest for Boy at all.

Which is why Boy's mother had finally succumbed to his unpled misery and brought him to see the man who could perhaps grant his dearest wish, knowing full well that she was storing up trouble for herself in the New Year, when nothing had happened save that the school yard taunts would be that much closer.

In the queue for Father Christmas, Boy was becoming visibly more excited at the prospect of ridding himself of his given name.

Then finally:

"Ho ho ho. Welcome, welcome, little boy, come sit here and tell Santa what you want for Christmas."

With sudden, headlong glee Boy literally jumped onto the bearded fellow's lap to beg his earnest wish.

"And what is your name?" Cried Santa

"Boy." Said Boy glumly.

"Boy?" Chortled Santa. Glancing at Boy's mother for shy confirmation. "Well that's a fine name for a young man. Now, before you tell Santa what it is that you would really like for Christmas."

But Boy wouldn't be halted now. "My name." He cried, "I want to change my name, I need a different name. No one's called Boy, it's not a real name, I want another."

With no little surprise Santa frowned and then for want of something better to say called out "I have to check my list! ELF! ELF!" He rumbled.

At this summons, a thin, almost emaciated but quite tall for an elf, elf appeared holding a long parchment filled with names, with the legends NICE and NAUGHTY heading two columns. Santa perused the list, at length and, looking up announced "Well, Boy, your name isn't on the NAUGHTY side." and then he delved once more into the list, this time searching through the NICE column.

"Well I have lots of names on the NICE side, so to help me out a little Boy, could you tell me your Surname? Your second name?"

Boy hesitated and eventually mumbled into his collar.

"Ho ho ho, come now Boy, I never heard a single word. Now how can I be sure to deliver your present to the correct address if I don't know your Surname? Well?"

The child straightened and wiped a single tear from his cheek before replying in a clear, earnest, piping voice said; "Oing."

VIV C

 

[SeaCat]

Hmmmmm, what would I like for Christmas? Let's see here.
Sex,
To finish my story in this lifetime,
Sex,
The DVD of Cats,
Sex,
A good copy of the Kama Sutra,
Sex,
Maybe a newer laptop,
Sex, (Do you sense a recuring theme here? hey, you can never have enough.)
A new neighbor who speaks German so I can relearn it.

Cat

I almost forgot two others,
A generator, and SEX!!!!!!!!

 

[SnoopDog]

Hmmmmm, what would I like for Christmas? Let's see here.
Sex,
To finish my story in this lifetime,
Sex,
The DVD of Cats,
Sex,
A good copy of the Kama Sutra,
Sex,
Maybe a newer laptop,
Sex, (Do you sense a recuring theme here? hey, you can never have enough.)
A new neighbor who speaks German so I can relearn it.

Cat

I almost forgot two others,
A generator, and SEX!!!!!!!!

This thread can still find its way to the right track.

Well, I speak German, but I guess I won't move anywhere near you in the near future.

Snoopy