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KHAN-E
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cookiejar said:
LOL!!!
That is funny.
Actually most of my lovers enjoy making those stains on my couch, or discussing the new ones since their last visit. But the springs are getting worn out, so I may have to get an entirely new couch. If I do I hope to cover it in cum stains, as well.
Blue Dolphin
Back home again
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cookiejar said:
rofl
OK OK
I will cookie
soon
hugssssss
Joey3308
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KHAN-E said:LOL!!!
That is funny.
Actually most of my lovers enjoy making those stains on my couch, or discussing the new ones since their last visit. But the springs are getting worn out, so I may have to get an entirely new couch. If I do I hope to cover it in cum stains, as well.
Why not have everyone autograph their stain
I have pen in hand Blue Dolphin
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cookiejar said:
Escaping whispers
pursed, be lips of passion
eyes in a visionless field
tongue tip to trace
tease
and taste the puffy pudenda
flexing, feeling
lascivious lick high to rosebud
digit delve
probing persistent
searching, serving, a spot to devour
cltoral swirls and staccato licks
hunger easing vacuum form
raising tide of orgasmic cry
wave
after wave resounding
pounding
to soft afterglow
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CNCG's getting a stocking full of coal. And no more DT pics, either!
STUDDOG
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A story for Cookie....I cried....missing home
Ebonics Christmas
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'Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood, Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good.
The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill.
Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live.
And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz girlfriend is fine.
All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system's fly.
I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!
well anyway....
I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness.
I said, for real doe, come check dis out.
We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.
Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
To the top of the projects & across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move.
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!
But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.
I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
he said,"You best get on up out my face!"
His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.
He dropped down the duffle, Bulls logo on the side.
Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome,
To tap that big booty waitin' at home.
And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty.....
"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"
Ebonics Christmas
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'Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood, Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good.
The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill.
Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live.
And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz girlfriend is fine.
All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system's fly.
I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!
well anyway....
I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness.
I said, for real doe, come check dis out.
We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.
Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
To the top of the projects & across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move.
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!
But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.
I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
he said,"You best get on up out my face!"
His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.
He dropped down the duffle, Bulls logo on the side.
Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome,
To tap that big booty waitin' at home.
And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty.....
"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"
STUDDOG said:A story for Cookie....I cried....missing home
Ebonics Christmas
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
'Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood, Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good.
The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill.
Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live.
And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz girlfriend is fine.
All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system's fly.
I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!
well anyway....
I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness.
I said, for real doe, come check dis out.
We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.
Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"
He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
To the top of the projects & across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"
He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move.
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!
But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz
I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.
He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.
I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
he said,"You best get on up out my face!"
His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.
He dropped down the duffle, Bulls logo on the side.
Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.
A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof
He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome,
To tap that big booty waitin' at home.
And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty.....
"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"
OOOKKKKK....back to the asylum for you...
STUDDOG
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Oh stop it Cookie!!...you know I can't sleep with them nuts
Twelve days of Crissmus in de bayou
Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Thanks for de bird in de pear
tree.Ý I fix it las' night with dirty rice.Ý I doan tink
de pear tree will grow in de swamp, so I swap it for a
Satsuma.
.
Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letter say you sent two
turtle doves, but all I got was two scrawny pigeons.
Anyway, I mixed dem with andouille an made some gumbo
out of dem.
.
Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you sent some crawfish?
I'm tired of eating dem darn birds.Ý I gave two of dose
prissy French chickens to Marie Trahan over at Grans
Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog Phideaux.Ý Marie
needed some sparing partners for her fighting rooster.
.
Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux!Ý I tol you no more
friggin birds.Ý Deez four, what you call dem "calling
birds", dey so noisy you could hear dem all de way to
Napoleonville.Ý I used dere necks for my crab traps,
an fed de rest of dem to de gators.
.
Day 5: Dear Boudreaux, You finally sen' somethin useful.
I like dem golden rings, me.Ý I hocked dem at da pawn
shop in Thibodeaux and got enuf money to fix da shaft on
my shrimp boat an buy a round for da boys at de Raisin'
Cane Lounge.Ý Merci Beaucoup!
.
Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you
coonass turkey!Ý Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to
death at dem six geeses.Ý He tried to eat dems eggs and
dey peck de heck out ah his snout.Ý Dey good at eating
cockroaches, though.Ý I may stuff one of dem wit erster
dressing on Crissmus day.
.
Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck
next time I see you.Ý Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to
kill ya.Ý The merde from all dem birds is stinkin' up
his mailboat.Ý He afraid someone willslip on dat stuff
and sue him good.Ý I let those seven swans loose to swim
on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi
blasted dem out of de water.Ý Talk to you tomorrow.
.
Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, poor ole Thibeau, he had to make
tree trips on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a
milkin and dem cows.Ý One of dem cows got spooked by da
alligators and almost tipped over da boat.Ý I doan like
dem shiftless maids, me no.Ý I tolt dem to get to work
guttin fish and sweepinq the shack but dey say it wasn't
in dair contract.Ý Dey probably think dey too good ta
skin nutrias I caught las night.
.
Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do huh?
Thibeau had to borrow the Lutcher ferry to carry dem
jumpin twits you call Lords-a-Leaping across the bayou.
As soon as dey gots here dey wanted a tea break with
crumpets.Ý I doan know what dat means but I says, "Well
La Di Da.Ý You get Chicory coffee or nuttin."Ý Mon Dieu,
Emile.Ý What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos?Ý Dey too
snooty for fried nutria, and de cows done eat up all my
turnip greens.
.
Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind!Ý If
de mailman doan kill you, I will fo sure.Ý Today he
deliver 10 half nekid floozies from Bourbon Street.Ý Dey
said dey be "ladies dancin" but dey doan act like ladies
in front of dose Limey twits.Ý Dey almos left after one
of dem got bit by a water moccasin over by dat out-house.
I had to butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde an had to
get toilet paper; the Sears catalog wasn't good enuf fer
dose hoity toity Lords' royal behin.
.
Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, where y'at?Ý Cheerio an pip pip.
Your 11 pipers piping arrives today from the House of
Blues, second lining as dey got off de boat.Ý We fixed
stuffed goose and beef jambalaya, finished da whiskey
and we having a fais-do-do.Ý Da new mailman he drink a
bottle of Jack Daniel an he having a good time yeah
dancing with de floozies.Ý Thibeau, he jump off de
Sunshine Bridge yesterday, screaming your name.Ý If you
get a mysterious, ticking package in de mail, doan open
it.
.
Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not
your true love no more, me.Ý After da fais-do-do, I
spent de night with Jacque, de head piper.Ý We decide to
open a restaurant and gentleman's club on de bayou.Ý The
floozies, pardon me, ladies dancin can make $20 for a
table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park
de boats.Ý Since de maids doan have no more cows ta milk,
I trained dem ta set my crab traps, watch my trotlines,
an run my shrimping business.
We will probably gross a million clams nex year.
Twelve days of Crissmus in de bayou
Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Thanks for de bird in de pear
tree.Ý I fix it las' night with dirty rice.Ý I doan tink
de pear tree will grow in de swamp, so I swap it for a
Satsuma.
.
Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letter say you sent two
turtle doves, but all I got was two scrawny pigeons.
Anyway, I mixed dem with andouille an made some gumbo
out of dem.
.
Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you sent some crawfish?
I'm tired of eating dem darn birds.Ý I gave two of dose
prissy French chickens to Marie Trahan over at Grans
Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog Phideaux.Ý Marie
needed some sparing partners for her fighting rooster.
.
Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux!Ý I tol you no more
friggin birds.Ý Deez four, what you call dem "calling
birds", dey so noisy you could hear dem all de way to
Napoleonville.Ý I used dere necks for my crab traps,
an fed de rest of dem to de gators.
.
Day 5: Dear Boudreaux, You finally sen' somethin useful.
I like dem golden rings, me.Ý I hocked dem at da pawn
shop in Thibodeaux and got enuf money to fix da shaft on
my shrimp boat an buy a round for da boys at de Raisin'
Cane Lounge.Ý Merci Beaucoup!
.
Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you
coonass turkey!Ý Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to
death at dem six geeses.Ý He tried to eat dems eggs and
dey peck de heck out ah his snout.Ý Dey good at eating
cockroaches, though.Ý I may stuff one of dem wit erster
dressing on Crissmus day.
.
Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck
next time I see you.Ý Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to
kill ya.Ý The merde from all dem birds is stinkin' up
his mailboat.Ý He afraid someone willslip on dat stuff
and sue him good.Ý I let those seven swans loose to swim
on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi
blasted dem out of de water.Ý Talk to you tomorrow.
.
Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, poor ole Thibeau, he had to make
tree trips on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a
milkin and dem cows.Ý One of dem cows got spooked by da
alligators and almost tipped over da boat.Ý I doan like
dem shiftless maids, me no.Ý I tolt dem to get to work
guttin fish and sweepinq the shack but dey say it wasn't
in dair contract.Ý Dey probably think dey too good ta
skin nutrias I caught las night.
.
Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do huh?
Thibeau had to borrow the Lutcher ferry to carry dem
jumpin twits you call Lords-a-Leaping across the bayou.
As soon as dey gots here dey wanted a tea break with
crumpets.Ý I doan know what dat means but I says, "Well
La Di Da.Ý You get Chicory coffee or nuttin."Ý Mon Dieu,
Emile.Ý What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos?Ý Dey too
snooty for fried nutria, and de cows done eat up all my
turnip greens.
.
Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind!Ý If
de mailman doan kill you, I will fo sure.Ý Today he
deliver 10 half nekid floozies from Bourbon Street.Ý Dey
said dey be "ladies dancin" but dey doan act like ladies
in front of dose Limey twits.Ý Dey almos left after one
of dem got bit by a water moccasin over by dat out-house.
I had to butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde an had to
get toilet paper; the Sears catalog wasn't good enuf fer
dose hoity toity Lords' royal behin.
.
Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, where y'at?Ý Cheerio an pip pip.
Your 11 pipers piping arrives today from the House of
Blues, second lining as dey got off de boat.Ý We fixed
stuffed goose and beef jambalaya, finished da whiskey
and we having a fais-do-do.Ý Da new mailman he drink a
bottle of Jack Daniel an he having a good time yeah
dancing with de floozies.Ý Thibeau, he jump off de
Sunshine Bridge yesterday, screaming your name.Ý If you
get a mysterious, ticking package in de mail, doan open
it.
.
Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not
your true love no more, me.Ý After da fais-do-do, I
spent de night with Jacque, de head piper.Ý We decide to
open a restaurant and gentleman's club on de bayou.Ý The
floozies, pardon me, ladies dancin can make $20 for a
table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park
de boats.Ý Since de maids doan have no more cows ta milk,
I trained dem ta set my crab traps, watch my trotlines,
an run my shrimping business.
We will probably gross a million clams nex year.
sueanninct
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cookiejar said:
I hope everything's OK, Cookie.
sueanninct
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For one who appreciates good cuisine, a gourmet kitchen for Ram.
sueanninct
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For Jen, a lifetime supply of blueberry chocolates from Len Libby's
sueanninct said:
I'm fine Bunk...a deer jumped the snowbank and ran into my car. It broke the headlight. But the deer laid there...its face all blood. I freaked and started crying, luckily it stood, shook his head and ran into the woods. I hope the poor thing is ok. It could have been a lot worse. Thanx for the concern.
