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Ahh thank you Laurel for that stirring example...

I think we should all go back to the drawing board until we can match the heartfelt intensity you have shown us. :D
 
ProofreadManx said:
Hey Dilly,

Not to change the subject too much man, and please, don't take this the wrong way, but;

have you ever FUCKED a human with that third leg of yours, or, you pretty much stuck with blue whales, elephants and giraffes?

Curious minds want to know.

*lol* I keep telling people - its just the camera angle that makes it look big.

I've never encountered a woman who couldn't take it... and didn't fully enjoy it.. *grin*
 
Re: for example:

Laurel said:
My Robertos burrito just exploded at the bottom, leaking all the good parts out of the tortilla into the paper.

GODDAMNBASTARDS!!

(shakes fist in Roberto's general direction)



Don't rail on 'bertos...could be worse...one day you may find you've moved away and can't get that good old machaca or the rolled tacos w/guac any more...sigh...
Besides, at least they'll make one for you when you ask them to, unlike some sisters we've heard about.
 
Mellon Collie said:
I really don't like where this thread is headed.
Maybe this will help - here is my rant; I am on the west coast and you are on the east coast. :(
 
Re: Re: for example:

gothedistance said:
Don't rail on 'bertos...could be worse...one day you may find you've moved away and can't get that good old machaca or the rolled tacos w/guac any more...sigh...
Besides, at least they'll make one for you when you ask them to, unlike some sisters we've heard about. [/B]

True. I would be suffer greatly without Robertos. I doubt that MC's sister's burritos would be proper substitute.
 
Shy Tall Guy said:
Maybe this will help - here is my rant; I am on the west coast and you are on the east coast. :(

Yeah sucks don't it. At least I am on the right coast just the wrong half of it.
 
rant

Here's mine. You and I live on the same coast...different fucking state. Even SexieLexie lives in the same state,(at least, when not in college,)but, has no way to come to Geneva.
 
Re: Re: Re: for example:

Laurel said:


True. I would be suffer greatly without Robertos. I doubt that MC's sister's burritos would be proper substitute.


So I fly half way around the world from a place where a burrito is considered exotic and costs $15.00 to visit my old haunts in SD, only to find that the bertos in PB IS GONE!

My god...IS NOTHING SACRED!...
 
I know - heartless bastards. There IS a Fatburger in PB now. Small comfort, I know.
 
Mellon Collie,
As the oldest of nine kids, I have some experience in the servitude of younger siblings. I've taken note of your problem and can provide some insight you may find helpful.
First, it seems obvious to me that you have not promoted the sufficient air of fear and intimidation needed to successfully cow your sister, despite her age. While it is true that those entering their teenage years can be somewhat recalcritant, they have memories and will easily recall those times when they were younger and your reign of terror was absolute and omni-present. You will still, in their vestigal memories, lord over them as a cruel and harsh goddess whose wrath is severe and whose praise is to be earned, regardless of cost. However, this does require an element of advance planning. I would estimate that such conditioning beging at the birth of the would-be servant.
Do not despair. There is still much you can do to reinstate this awe and reflexive toadying in your sister. Your presence must be strong and unwavering, though. You must punish even the smallest transgression with great wrath and furious anger. Your punishments must far, far outweigh the crime. Take every opportunity to babysit your sister and, while she is in your helpless clutches, relentlessly beat down her psyche.
This is where the second phase of your plan must take place. Non-stop battering can cause the subject to become stubborn and resentful - even violently so. You must wrap your iron fist in a velvet glove. You must lay before her temptations which she will be unable to resist: clothing, music, food and beverages, technology, and all manner of electronic toys. Play up the "neat" items you have which she would be free to use if.... Leave the phrase dangle in the air as a scrumptous carrot before a rapidly-hungering mule. Show her the astounding wealth of luxury you possess which may be hers to share. Dazzle her pubescent eyes with baubles and flashing lights and tantalizing sounds until she is nearly drooling with longing. Then make your request for a sandwich or a beverage or the quick deth of one of your enemies. If she complies speedily and to your satisfaction, grant her the small use of one of those items. If she is slow or if the proffered sacrifice shows even the slightest flaw, do not give in. Explain how yoru favor may be gained quickly once the proper service is rendered. Then allow her to do so again. Once she has done so a few times, you will only need to make subtle mention of your desires and she will quickly and without delay grant you your every wish and serve your whim.
I hope this has been of some assistance. I must go now. I need a sandwich and the "help"...errr...my brother...has yet to fetch it. Some punishment may be in order.
 
I used to play "Servant" with one of my little cousins.

Damn the day she found she was always the 'servant' and I the 'Queen'. She could iron pretty well for a girl of 9 though. :D
 
Vilac said:


I'm sorry, but it's just *begging to be said:

I'm considering my own act of 'terrorism' against your mouth, Mellon. <weg>

:devil:

lol
V~~~~

You people are sooooo weird.

Laurel, where is my suspicious face smiley guy?
 
Shy Tall Guy said:
Maybe this will help - here is my rant; I am on the west coast and you are on the east coast. :(

:eek:

Sorry, would you like my mom's number? You can yell at her for settling down in Philly and not somewhere on the crappy west coast.

:p

Azwed said:


Yeah sucks don't it. At least I am on the right coast just the wrong half of it.

I don't think you people understand how big you're making my head.

:D
 
JazzManJim said:

First, it seems obvious to me that you have not promoted the sufficient air of fear and intimidation needed to successfully cow your sister, despite her age.

But I don't really have that cower in terror air about me. I mean look at me, do this look like the face of someone you should fear? Although she and my Mom both call me Queeny so I think I'm doing something right.
 
Mellon Collie said:


But I don't really have that cower in terror air about me. I mean look at me, do this look like the face of someone you should fear? Although she and my Mom both call me Queeny so I think I'm doing something right.

Terror does not depend on appearance, only on action. You just have to keep the rabble in line with the iron hand. I'd check on that nickname, though. The only other thing I've ever seen called "Queeny" was a milking cow my two Great-Aunts used to have.

But, to be fair, you do look like you could give an imperious glare once in a while. :)
 
If I made you a sandwich, and you bitched about how shitty it was, I am certain that it would be the last sandwich you'd ever get from me. :)
 
Well, unless you have the sandwich making skills of a twelve year old we should be fine.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
I'm good at damned near everything I do. And my sandwiches are pretty tasty, too.

Pffft.

I'm sure I could find evidence disproving this claim in all our PMs. Maybe I should stop deleting them so soon. I'll start saving them and categorizing each by topic.
 
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