The Author's Hangout Vending Machine

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and when you sit, you find a comfy lap already occupying it.

I put in a loveseat...

and, I don't want to leave the comfy lap in the comfy chair and toss the book into the loveseat and toss my arms around the lap owner.

I put in the directions for proper lap dancing.
 
and, I don't want to leave the comfy lap in the comfy chair and toss the book into the loveseat and toss my arms around the lap owner.

I put in the directions for proper lap dancing.

and your gyrations are wholesomely admired.


I put in a cold drink
 
and Tio follows suite with a very profound sociological... what if...

I put in a parsnip, and some nutmeg

and the parson nips off with the nutmeg


I put in a Bramley apple pie with a few cloves and lots of cream.
 
And, its a Gucci so no one suspects me of anything, even though I'm Italian.

I put in a left over piece of leather from the purse.

*sniff* good leather smells amazing

I put in some fine corinthian leather from a 87 Monte Carlo!
 
and I hang up a sign on a palm tree that says, "Don't come a Knockin' if this shacks a Rockin'"

I put in a pair of huaraches

and, I'm from another country, but a sandle is a sandle and mine come with a high heel on it.

I put in a trip to Boston and a special spot to pawk yaw caw.
 
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