Crap Conversation

[BlondGirl]

Lobito dear...

Do you feel lucky tonight?

 

[lobito]

Darling, my middle name is Lucky! Yep, believe it or not, I was
named after a family pet. He got run over by a car though, so I've been ever worried about that happening to me. Am I right to worry like that?

 

[BlondGirl]

How about this example?

How fast can you type a tongue twister?

Peter Piper picked a pexk of pickled peppers.
If Peter Piper pickec that peck of pickeled peppers, where is the peck that Peter Piper picked?

 

[BlondGirl]

Damn. There was a typo. Just ignore that, folks.

 

[Bob Peale]

Damn. There was a typo. Just ignore that, folks.

Actually, more than one

 

[BlondGirl]

Damn, it looks like there was more than one. And to think, I type as part of my job too. (Hanging my head in shame!)

 

[lobito]

As long as it's hanging in shame.. oh um, sorry...

I can't say tongue twisters, and I SURE as hell can't type them...
and from the looks of it, neither can you.

 

[StondTmplPilot]

Peter Piper picked up a six pack on the way out of Pepper's on his way home to wack his pecker
Peter Piper picked up a six pack on the way out of Pepper's on his way home to wack his pecker
Peter Piper picked up a six pack on the way out of Pepper's on his way home to wack his pecker



that what you're tryin to do?



thank god for copy and paste lmao...

 

[BlondGirl]

I can say many of them. It used to practice on my long commutes to help me both stay awake and to practice my speech.

I like to think it helps me to give better head too.

 

[lobito]

*picking myself up off the floor*

um, yeah well, I live in Missouri, and all I have to say about that is, "SHOW ME".

 

[BlondGirl]

Would you believe that my sona nd I were discussing taking a trip to KC this winter? How far are you from there?

 

[lobito]

you're going to have to ask my wife how far I am from there. I'm SURE she'd love to answer you in person...

Just in case she doesn't tell you, 3 ½ hours. DUE east.

 

[BlondGirl]

LMAO!!!!! I was waiting for you to mention her. I know, you two are still newlyweds.

(And, FYI--i would never be serious about this. Well, not with some old married guy anyway! )

 

[lobito]

You DAMNED FUCKING TEASE YOU!

I was all ready to kick her on her ass, let her fend for herself for a few days. Actually you could have left your son with her to babysit, while we ran off for some of that Hot Monkey Sex I hear all the kids today reffering to.

 

[BlondGirl]

Hot Monkey Sex?
What is that? Can it possibly be any better than the sexplay I have learned to enjoy as I have gotten older? (You know--the kind that involves the brain.)

 

[BlondGirl]

Oh, and Lobito-baby--

I DO like your babysitting idea.

 

[lobito]

brain, sex? WTF? is that like that one word? Lo.. Lo... Shit I can't even say it.

 

[lobito]

why do you think I suggested that in the first place? See I do think with my Di.. uh, I mean Brain!

 

[BlondGirl]

LOBITO!!!!!

You are giving me a run for my money.

I will beat you, yes I will beat you--i swear it.

(But if I lose, what exactly do I get? Be explicit, please. this wet spot on my chair is too small.)

 

[lobito]

I'm sorry I don't believe in taking private matter out in the open for all to know. You'll have to wait a bit to find out what you get though. And I expect similiar if I win.

 

[BlondGirl]

Lobito, I am still waiting for that definition of "Hot Monkey Sex."

 

[lobito]

'tis better to show you, rather than try to explain to a blonde...

(I didn't want to have to pull any punches, but it's getting closer, and I felt the time was right to get down and dirty.)

 

[BlondGirl]

You wanna get dirty? all right--
THIS is a declaration of WAR.

; )

 

[lobito]

WAR? Didn't they have a song whay back when, called something like... "Why can't we be friends?"...

 

[BlondGirl]

Well, this is just a friendly little war.

We can just shake when it is over.