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Where is our literary chivalry? A damsel in distress cries out for help, and all we can do is ask "with what?" No, let us mount our chargers and ride with all haste to her aid in whatever she needs, for she lives in Chincoteague, and that alone should leave us all misty-eyed.
 
I love the smell of spam in the morning.


(if you aren't spam, I apologize, but you really need to make it clearer :p )
 
I love the smell of spam in the morning.


(if you aren't spam, I apologize, but you really need to make it clearer :p )

Check the profile. I don't think spammers go to the trouble to write a bio.
 
Where is our literary chivalry? A damsel in distress cries out for help, and all we can do is ask "with what?" No, let us mount our chargers and ride with all haste to her aid in whatever she needs, for she lives in Chincoteague, and that alone should leave us all misty-eyed.

I had that dream this morning. You know, the one where you left something important somewhere and you can't remember how to get there? In this case it was my very young son, who hasn't been "very young" for at least fifteen years, and he was in a new school that I didn't even know the name of or where it was.

I figure that was a message from my subconscious that I've forgotten something-- but I wish it would just come out and say what it is, without hinting, yanno?
 
Where is our literary chivalry? A damsel in distress cries out for help, and all we can do is ask "with what?" No, let us mount our chargers and ride with all haste to her aid in whatever she needs, for she lives in Chincoteague, and that alone should leave us all misty-eyed.

I had to ask why because the last two times I rushed to the rescue when a woman yelled help I ended up breaking my right hand. Though TN does border VA I would probably have to call someone else to help her. I don't ride a white horse but I do have a white SUV :)

'Twas merely an attempt to avoid hand surgery, again.
 
Hopeless Romantic

Where is our literary chivalry? A damsel in distress cries out for help, and all we can do is ask "with what?" No, let us mount our chargers and ride with all haste to her aid in whatever she needs, for she lives in Chincoteague, and that alone should leave us all misty-eyed.

I love it. She probably posted this just to get a rise out of everyone. Success?
 
She lives in Chincoteague. Her name is probably Misty. She needs some literary help to avoid becoming a self-referential tautology. Will someone please call Dr. Ionesco?

ahhh Tio - you never disappoint! :D

i went from laughing my arse off to peeing my pants ... that was the second door on the left - right? ...
 
Maybe this is serious.

Maybe she is the first victim of a Literotica serial Killer!

He came up behind her as she was just logging on and this was her last post!

This could be just the beginning! They could be coming for any one of us at any time!

Hey, what's that? Hold on......

Never mind, it was just my wife's stupid fucking cat.
 
Maybe this is serious.

Maybe she is the first victim of a Literotica serial Killer!

He came up behind her as she was just logging on and this was her last post!

This could be just the beginning! They could be coming for any one of us at any time!

Hey, what's that? Hold on......

Never mind, it was just my wife's stupid fucking cat.

Does she also have a smarter non-fucking cat? :D
 
Does she also have a smarter non-fucking cat? :D

Yes! The one we just had to put to sleep!

Sorry, that was mean. But the cat was 16 and starting to piss everywhere and miserable and it was time.

However, she was a calico and actually very smart. The remaining cat really is stupid. Stupid enough to continuously goad the two German Shepherd's we own and get himself cornered all the time.

One of these days I'm just going to come home to a pile of fur and bones.
 
an unfucked pussy is a very sad thing

sorry, just couldn't resist :devil:

Hmmmm, maybe that is what the OP needs help with?

If so she should have went to the personals. To say the guys there are in heat is an understatement. If my wife pops up in a thread and says "hi" she gets 10 pms.
 
Oh, wait, I know what happened here.

This poor thing accidentally clicked on "Oh, Daddy I whispered."

I only hope her eyes melted before her sanity left for good.
 
And won't you be surprised when you discover that the pile of fur and bones is one of the German Shepherds?

Doubt it. One of them is fairly playful and might only smack the cat with it's paww a couple of times, but I think the other might really tear it apart.

Of course that's the one the damn cat really fucks with.

Maybe it has a death wish.

Of course if something did happen to the cat, then I might come home to dog fur and bones after my wife finds out

better the dog than me though.
 
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Oh, wait, I know what happened here.

This poor thing accidentally clicked on "Oh, Daddy I whispered."

I only hope her eyes melted before her sanity left for good.

I keep hearing about that story... that bad?
 
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