The 1840s Mississippi Valley BDSM Thread

[rosco rathbone]

apologies to mark twain

"Ain't ye a sweet-smellin' little flower, eh? Puttin' on airs and such while old uncle rosco sleeps in the tanyard with the hogs. I 'low as I'll lay for ye--and when I catches ye, I'll give ye such a cowhidin' as ye've never seen."

*pulls busted-crown black slouch hat on*

"Now fetch whisky--and be quick about it, d'ye hear!"

 

[Saint_Sinner]

heh, heh, heh.....and hurry darlin'

 

[trodas]

Poor Mark Twain

...he is probably moving into his graveyard now, better stop

 

[rosco rathbone]

Think ye can put on fancy airs, with yer book-larnin' and such...just as if ye was a proper lady. But I raised you up from when your momma died abornin, with my own two hands I raised ye up and the judges and widow women in town, and them, they ain't gonna take from a man what's rightfully his.

Look at you with your french lookin glass and petticoats and all, as if you was too good for a dirt floor shanty. As my name is old uncle rosco, yer comin back to the hills with me and I'll horsewhip them fancy notions right out of head.

aye, back to the hills where spooks live in the woods and whangdoodles and such walk abroad of a night......

 

[AnelizeDarkEyes]

It never ceases to amaze me at the depths that this "BDSM Talk Board" has sunk to.

*shakes head*

What utter shite.

~anelize

 

[rosco rathbone]

It never ceases to amaze me at the depths that this "BDSM Talk Board" has sunk to.

*shakes head*

What utter shite.

~anelize

So, I poke a bit of gentle fun at You & Johnny (*giggle*) & Cat & Fran and all of a sudden; everything I touch turns to solid shite, eh?

ah well, pure still loves me (i think, though i may be out of date on this).

 

[rosco rathbone]

Poor Mark Twain

...he is probably moving into his graveyard now, better stop

"The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated"