Phone Sex With Charlie

[Marxist]

If you could somehow convince Me to do it (I so wish) how much would you pay?

Don't be cheap. I sound like a cross between the Gumbels (Bryant, Greg) and Tony Gwynn, so you know you want some.

 

[KillerMuffin]

You want me to pay you for a bout of phonesex that will have me rolling around on the floor gasping for air around my laughter?

 

[Problem Child]

Cheyenne told me you sounded like a cross between Busta Rhymes and Ja Rule.

 

[Rubyfruit]

I could get into this. So, if I paid you, you'd be my whore, right? You'd be obligated to do anything I asked, right?

My fantasy involves you and PC and some wild ass fucking.

What's your number?






I have got to read and re-read my posts lately. The words in my head are not matching the words that come out of my fingers. Very odd.

 

[lilminx]

Marxist, you'd have to pay me, babe. That's pretty much the only way I'd do it.

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[Cheyenne]

Cheyenne told me you sounded like a cross between Busta Rhymes and Ja Rule.

I suppose it is just as likely that I've heard either of those two groups (?) as it is likely that I've heard Marxist on the phone.

 

[Marxist]

You don't have enough money to pay me to even consider the possibility.

Did you hear about today's Spanish word? MENTIROSA, it means "you want me, but you're in denial."

 

[Off]

If I had insomnia, talking to you would be worth any price....

 

[Marxist]

If I had insomnia, talking to you would be worth any price....

Koala, you're aces in my book. How about reading one of those lists for fun and sleep?

 

[Marxist]

You want me to pay you for a bout of phonesex that will have me rolling around on the floor gasping for air around my laughter?

$10 a minute?

 

[Cheyenne]

Did you hear about today's Spanish word? MENTIROSA, it means "you want me, but you're in denial."

Nope, I didn't. I saw it on the other thread, but didn't bother to go look it up.

You need a new dictionary. Did you not look up "immune?"

 

[alexandraaah]

I'd pay to hear you squirm.

Chickenshit.

Oh yeah, I'm flat broke.

I'll call your bluff and give you my number, though.

 

[Marxist]

Nope, I didn't. I saw it on the other thread, but didn't bother to go look it up.

You need a new dictionary. Did you not look up "immune?"

Immune? You wish. Quit sending me pix, I can only jerk off so many times a day without my gf getting suspicious.

 

[KillerMuffin]

$10 a minute?

You're right. The cleansing rush of endorphins are worth the price.

Why is everyone on the I'm-Gonna-Out-Insult-Everyone-Else! train? I mean really. It's so incredibly bandwagon and very tacky. I bet they have three pink flamingos flanking a pair of gnomes, a cement donkey and cart affair with fake flowers, and some sort of patriotic display in lights cramping the front yard in front of the bright purple house with hunter green trim.

 

[Guest]

Immune? You wish. Quit sending me pix, I can only jerk off so many times a day without my gf getting suspicious.

Doesn't she like to hear you squeal like a pig? I might actually pay for that one...

 

[Marxist]

I'd pay to hear you squirm.

Chickenshit.

Oh yeah, I'm flat broke.

I'll call your bluff and give you my number, though.

Deal. But will the guards let the call go through?

 

[alexandraaah]

Deal. But will the guards let the call go through?

Somehow I don't think they'll find you, erm, threatening.

And next time you visit me, bring me the mags I requested, dammit.

 

[Marxist]

Doesn't she like to hear you squeal like a pig? I might actually pay for that one...

You're one weird dude.

 

[alexandraaah]

You're all talk, man.

In this instance, that means no talk at all.

Damn shame.

 

[Laurel]

I hate talking on the phone.

 

[Marxist]

I hate talking on the phone.

Charlie doesn't need a phone to talk, he's got a taco.

 

[Laurel]

Oh, okay. I like tacos.

 

[alexandraaah]

Oh, okay. I like tacos.

I like phone sex.

 

[Laurel]

You're good at it, too.