The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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I'm being uncharacteristically belligerent with everyone lately. I need sex. An angry, animalistic fuck is the prescribed panacea.
 
Yes, I can. Yes.

As soon as I get off the phone. Yes.

Yes.

Yup.

Yeah.

I know.

Yeah, no problem. Ok.

Yes...

Yes.
 
Clear sign that you are hicks from the sticks tourists; you think the bucket drummer begging for money is "AWESOME."
















:rolleyes:
 
You know it's good when you have to stuff a pillow in your mouth to muffle the moans.
 
It's almost an exquisite agony how beautiful you are. I wish you were my girlfriend, because then I could carry your picture in my wallet or frame your photos and set them on my desk. I mean, I could still do that. Who's gonna stop me? Ain't no laws being broken until I sneak into your house while you're sleeping to steal some of your panties and masturbate in your refrigerator. But if you were my girlfriend, then carrying your picture in my wallet wouldn't be creepy and having them all around my house and work space wouldn't necessarily count as a freaky stalker shrine. And I wouldn't have to steal your panties, because you'd probably let me have your panties whenever I wanted. And, if you were a cool girlfriend, you probably wouldn't make a fuss over my masturbating in your fridge. Probably.

Look, what I'm trying to say is: you're pretty and I'd like to fuck your mouth. So, there. How do you like that?
 
Some men send flowers, write poetry, stand outside your bedroom window with a boombox playing Peter Gabriel. Me? I pilfer knickers and leave a load in the vegetable crisper. Maybe I just care too damn much.
 
It's funny the time change (combined with me changing my alarms) has the cat confused and he didn't spend the last 30 minutes of my sleep time scratching and pawing at me to get me up to feed him. Oh if only it would last!
 
I read things on this site and have wished they were about me.
 
there is no reason to be perplexed...
nor any reason to be covetous...

they are all no more fabulous
than you purport yourself to be.
and knowing you like you do,
they're a lot less fabulous
than the you you lie about.

(upon proofing this... this only applies to you if you feel it should... otherwise, it has nothing to do with you)
 
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference where you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

And damned if we didn't come across the porta-potty in the middle of nowhere.
 
"Nothing gonna change my world"....

What the heck does that mean, anyway??
 
"Contrary to popular belief, imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery — payment is."
 
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