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Right now I want:

a hand tight in my hair
a mouth biting the back of my neck

I want to be taken from behind, hard and fast. I'm not feeling very tender today, but I am feeling like I want a good fuck. I want teeth and tongue and hair pulling and fingernails dug in.

Right this second.

Damn.. and I'm way the hell over ==============> here.
Hope you find the one you want to help get you through this wonderful selfish urge that we all have that needs satiated every now and then....:rose:
 
Damn.. and I'm way the hell over ==============> here.
Hope you find the one you want to help get you through this wonderful selfish urge that we all have that needs satiated every now and then....:rose:

Sadly I had to take care of it solo. But since I'm fantastic in bed, I guess I shouldn't complain. ;)
 
Snarkolepsy attack! I'm just barely corralling it. *struggles*



Equinoxe said:
Cursèd thing.
I can come kick it for you.
I currently possess snarkoleptic energy, which is fast burning and super powerful. It's also free and in no way contributes to the making of ethanol.
 
I can come kick it for you.
I currently possess snarkoleptic energy, which is fast burning and super powerful. It's also free and in no way contributes to the making of ethanol.

Hmm. Will a sudden burst of snarkoleptic energy make diacritic marks show up properly?

Well, either way, kicking it can't hurt.
 
Hmm. Will a sudden burst of snarkoleptic energy make diacritic marks show up properly?

Well, either way, kicking it can't hurt.
Truth. I've always felt a good kick would be in order for those insufferable accenty thingies.
Kicks for the graves, pokes for the umlauts. And to bed without dessert.
(It was macaroon day, too. I know they are both terribly fond of macaroons so they will learn their lessons doubly.)
 
Truth. I've always felt a good kick would be in order for those insufferable accenty thingies.
Kicks for the graves, pokes for the umlauts. And to bed without dessert.
(It was macaroon day, too. I know they are both terribly fond of macaroons so they will learn their lessons doubly.)

Excellent! No macaroons: they shall be devastated and it will surely make the point known to all.


I suppose it is my fault for trying to spell things à la Français.
 
Excellent! No macaroons: they shall be devastated and it will surely make the point known to all.


I suppose it is my fault for trying to spell things à la Français.
Macaroon devastation can ruin lives. I've seen it up close.

And, it could never be your fault. You're much too muchly. :rose:
(Although the fact that you know/remember so much about fricatives and alveolar plosives and stuff scares me a little. But only in the best way. History and Structure of the English Language was not a course that was kind to my psyche.)
 
Macaroon devastation can ruin lives. I've seen it up close.

And, it could never be your fault. You're much too muchly. :rose:
(Although the fact that you know/remember so much about fricatives and alveolar plosives and stuff scares me a little. But only in the best way. History and Structure of the English Language was not a course that was kind to my psyche.)

The effects. Words cannot express what it does to people.

Thank you. I have decided that the blame rests squarely with the Third Edition of the Dictionary of the French Academy.

Thank you again. Language in general is fascinating to me and phonology is perhaps the most immediately beautiful aspect (orthography is also immediately engaging, but most are appealing in a different sense—different grammars and syntaxes can be quite beautiful, but it is not the same sort of beauty).

Lately I have been quite taken with the French word Arrête.
 
It's funny when we "overhear" ourselves talking to someone else; not really talking about anything in particular.

Heh.
 
Fuck.!!!

call my pre-flop raise and then have a 2/4 off-suit?

*shakes head*.............
 
Truth. I've always felt a good kick would be in order for those insufferable accenty thingies.
Kicks for the graves, pokes for the umlauts. And to bed without dessert.
(It was macaroon day, too. I know they are both terribly fond of macaroons so they will learn their lessons doubly.)

Hey! Umlauts need love too.

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Unrelated blurt: what's with the sudden "lessons on what makes a happy marriage" this morning? From my dad at that :eek:
 
Just home from a surprisingly good performance of Streetcar Named Desire at a local playhouse. I so am not ready to reimmerse myself in reality.
 
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