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Another in your honor, dear Rebecca!

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Thank you Neon they are some of the best I have seen

Shank maybe we need to bump the Fifi Thread ?

 

[Shankara20]

Shank maybe we need to bump the Fifi Thread ?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I can't hear you....

 

[neonflux]

Thank you Neon they are some of the best I have seen

Shank maybe we need to bump the Fifi Thread ?

I am glad that you liked them! And especially after Shank's response to this question, I must ask... Who is Fifi!??!?

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I am glad that you liked them! And especially after Shank's response to this question, I must ask... Who is Fifi!??!?

http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m14/rebecca222_2006/jack.jpgFifi is bacccck......

 

[Shankara20]

Who is Fifi!??!?

*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
her
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*

 

[DVS]

http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m14/rebecca222_2006/jack.jpgFifi is bacccck......

Well, you know...if you've seen the movie, when using that picture to add suspicion, you should say...

Heeeere's Fifi!


Or, maybe you could have used...

The bitch is back! Ruff ruff.

From Frank Zappa's song..."Dirty Love". The last chorus and fade out.



Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
(Oh, Frenchie . . . )

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love

THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Not a speck of cereal!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Nothing but the best for my dog!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Come on!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little paws sticking up!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Little curly head!)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little curly tail!)

 

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*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
her
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*
*sob*

awww now... now... few appreciate Fifi as we do Sir Shank she'll not linger long I am sure

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Well, you know...if you've seen the movie, when using that picture to add suspicion, you should say...

Heeeere's Fifi!


Or, maybe you could have used...

The bitch is back! Ruff ruff.

From Frank Zappa's song..."Dirty Love". The last chorus and fade out.



Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
(Oh, Frenchie . . . )

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love

THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Not a speck of cereal!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Nothing but the best for my dog!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Come on!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little paws sticking up!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Little curly head!)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little curly tail!)

sighs.........there is always one huh DVS , though to be honest when I deliberately placed my Jack there for all intensive purposes I should have used 'Hereeeeeeeeeeee' s Fifi'.

So I stand corrected.

Thanks for the Zappa its a little before my time though I'll see if I can download it so I can hear it later.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Bump for Chicklet

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/worldrebecca/Lazy_Relaxation_by_raeadhani.jpg

Lazy Relaxation by Raeadhani​

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

And just for you, Shank!

http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q91/cleasf/banano-rama.jpg

OK, it's not kinky but it's definitely queer ​

http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m14/rebecca222_2006/moonbat.gif

Her Royal Highness de Kink Ms Neon , respectfully once again request your sweet Dom styling derrière back here please ​

Look Fu, it's dog Nana's and vastly more importantly, look whom left them : bliss :

Oh my, revisiting this thread has been a joy for me.

 

[DVS]

http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q91/cleasf/banano-rama.jpg

Look at those faces. They all look so terribly thrilled!

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Look at those faces. They all look so terribly thrilled!

DVS I was just sitting here a few minutes ago laughing at one of your posts on this thread in regards to dressing up pets. So clear you do not approve !

Did you scroll back and see the cats in pajamas ?

I am thinking some Cthulhu may roam this thread for Halloween this year. Queersetti has been a brilliant source of related Howard Phillips Lovecraft inspired humor in recent weeks.

Here is one I attained from Q earlier ........

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/worldrebecca/cube-off_ur_coast.jpg​

 

[DVS]

DVS I was just sitting here a few minutes ago laughing at one of your posts on this thread in regards to dressing up pets. So clear you do not approve !

Did you scroll back and see the cats in pajamas ?

I am thinking some Cthulhu may roam this thread for Halloween this year. Queersetti has been a brilliant source of related Howard Phillips Lovecraft inspired humor in recent weeks.

Here is one I attained from Q earlier ........

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/worldrebecca/cube-off_ur_coast.jpg​

IS this the post you are referring to? Steamy pile of shit waiting at the side of your bed

And I've seen so many pics on this thread of animals dressed up, I think I saw the one with cats in jammys. Sure, they all look cute in their costumes but do they all REALLY enjoy wearing them? Reference my linked post...it might be a good idea to look down, before you put your feet down on the floor, in the mornings. Or, when putting on slippers, even. It might not be shit...it could be a cold dead mouse, too. LOL.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

IS this the post you are referring to? Steamy pile of shit waiting at the side of your bed

And I've seen so many pics on this thread of animals dressed up, I think I saw the one with cats in jammys. Sure, they all look cute in their costumes but do they all REALLY enjoy wearing them? Reference my linked post...it might be a good idea to look down, before you put your feet down on the floor, in the mornings. Or, when putting on slippers, even. It might not be shit...it could be a cold dead mouse, too. LOL.

Heeeeeeeeeeeey, that's rather unkind. Thing is at the time of morning I wake from my quiet repose we usually have feline reconnaissance of my head hoping to be fed. I suspect Dommy knows better than to leave such treasures that might impede his brekkie being served.

What about this one, this is very cute, don't you think DVS ?

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/worldrebecca/pet26.jpg​

 

[DVS]

Heeeeeeeeeeeey, that's rather unkind. Thing is at the time of morning I wake from my quiet repose we usually have feline reconnaissance of my head hoping to be fed. I suspect Dommy knows better than to leave such treasures that might impede it's brekkie being served.

What about this one, this is very cute, don't you think DVS ?

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/worldrebecca/pet26.jpg​

Yeah, yeah, very cute. And it looks like Blossom is thrilled with the outfit, too.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Yeah, yeah, very cute. And it looks like Blossom is thrilled with the outfit, too.

Awwww you rock DVS, I knew you would come around eventually !

That's the spirit

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/worldrebecca/dog-headpiece-cat-pilgrim-costumes.jpg

Looks just like us when we agree http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c224/rebecca000/22.gif

 

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http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m71/worldrebecca/Little_Miss_Scare_All_by_lostinamap.jpg
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A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf
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by Virginia Woolf​

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a ghostly couple.

"Here we left it," she said. And he added, "Oh, but here tool" "It's upstairs," she murmured. "And in the garden," he whispered. "Quietly," they said, "or we shall wake them."

But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. "They're looking for it; they're drawing the curtain," one might say, and so read on a page or two. "Now they've found it,' one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. "What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My hands were empty. "Perhaps its upstairs then?" The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.

But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling--what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. "Safe, safe, safe" the pulse of the house beat softly. "The treasure buried; the room . . ." the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?

A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burned behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us, coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. "Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly. 'The Treasure yours."

The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still. Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.

"Here we slept," she says. And he adds, "Kisses without number." "Waking in the morning--" "Silver between the trees--" "Upstairs--" 'In the garden--" "When summer came--" 'In winter snowtime--" "The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.

Nearer they come, cease at the doorway. The wind falls, the rain slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken, we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. "Look," he breathes. "Sound asleep. Love upon their lips."

Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause. The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.

"Safe, safe, safe," the heart of the house beats proudly. "Long years--" he sighs. "Again you found me." "Here," she murmurs, "sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left our treasure--" Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. "Safe! safe! safe!" the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry "Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart."