The Isolated Blurt Thread XX: The Ghost of Blurt Threads Past

[dolf]

I always overfill the washing machine. and mix whites with colours.

 

[yossi]

http://i.imgur.com/xJs52qB.jpg

 

[lovetoread]

According to what happens on lit, if someone disagrees with you online, call the authorities.

 

[Saint Peter]

Do the thongs fold left to right or up and down?



Should I just toss them in the thong drawer and walk away?

 

[bluebell]

Can't believe I slept in this late. I had odd dreams that I can't really remember.

I had a dream that I had proposed to Mona too many times and she was incredibly angry with me. We were at a little cafe by Farrah's place and Mona was going to walk over there with Lori and coo over the new baby that night (maybe I wasn't allowed because Mona was mad at me). Trying to make myself scarce, I decided to try to walk home instead of drive, because I was so ashamed of myself since Mona was so angry.

Once I got a short way from the car (but long enough to be problematic) I realized that was a stupid idea and I should just drive home. The problem is, I had to walk through this massive apartment building where Farrah lived, and I didn't want her, Lori, or Mona to see me because I knew I would be in trouble.

I was trying to sneak through the building hallways when Farrah came out and saw me. She told me I had ruined their evening because Mona had told them everything (everything, at this point, just being that I had apparently proposed to Mona too often). Then she said she never wanted to see me again.

I hope Dream Mona can forgive me for wanting to marry her so much that I had a quick-proposal reflex.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

Do the thongs fold left to right or up and down?



Should I just toss them in the thong drawer and walk away?

Just toss them in, yep.

 

[Saint Peter]

Just toss them in, yep.

Even the sparkley purple ones?

 

[Disgustipated]

According to what happens on lit, if someone disagrees with you online, call the authorities.

Or get them fired.

 

[yossi]

According to what happens on lit, if someone disagrees with you online, call the authorities.

It's the only rational response, really.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

Even the sparkley purple ones?

Send those to me. Thanks!

 

[Saint Peter]

Send those to me. Thanks!

I wear those with my yoga pants.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

I wear those with my yoga pants.

There has to be a compromise here.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

Hell yeah.

 

[yossi]

I had a dream that I had proposed to Mona too many times and she was incredibly angry with me. We were at a little cafe by Farrah's place and Mona was going to walk over there with Lori and coo over the new baby that night (maybe I wasn't allowed because Mona was mad at me). Trying to make myself scarce, I decided to try to walk home instead of drive, because I was so ashamed of myself since Mona was so angry.

Once I got a short way from the car (but long enough to be problematic) I realized that was a stupid idea and I should just drive home. The problem is, I had to walk through this massive apartment building where Farrah lived, and I didn't want her, Lori, or Mona to see me because I knew I would be in trouble.

I was trying to sneak through the building hallways when Farrah came out and saw me. She told me I had ruined their evening because Mona had told them everything (everything, at this point, just being that I had apparently proposed to Mona too often). Then she said she never wanted to see me again.

I hope Dream Mona can forgive me for wanting to marry her so much that I had a quick-proposal reflex.

Should've just shoved a ring on her finger. "Bitch, we're getting married."

 

[Laurel]

Even the sparkley purple ones?

Especially the sparkley purple ones. Fold em too much and the sparkley comes off.

Hell yeah.

He's got a face that says, "I raised the prices on cancer drugs by fifty billion percent for no fucking reason."

I'm betting his voice is hella-nasal too.

 

[dolf]

I hoovered. i'm mildly resentful but still stupid happy.

 

[Bacigalupo]

I hoovered. i'm mildly resentful but still stupid happy.

And that got him relaxed enough for him to give up on cleaning your house?

 

[dolf]

And that got him relaxed enough for him to give up on cleaning your house?

no, he's off doing... something. he told me. I forgot.

i joked about it to his mother, who told me he is a teeny bit ocd in that department. and, coming from her, that's saying a lot.

i'm also frustrated. i'm on the rag and he's too big for buttsecks.

 

[yossi]

http://i.imgur.com/PF2Cojn.gif

 

[Bacigalupo]

no, he's off doing... something. he told me. I forgot.

i joked about it to his mother, who told me he is a teeny bit ocd in that department. and, coming from her, that's saying a lot.

i'm also frustrated. i'm on the rag and he's too big for buttsecks.

Oh my. What did his mother have to say about that?

 

[Lorilei]

I had a dream that I had proposed to Mona too many times and she was incredibly angry with me. We were at a little cafe by Farrah's place and Mona was going to walk over there with Lori and coo over the new baby that night (maybe I wasn't allowed because Mona was mad at me). Trying to make myself scarce, I decided to try to walk home instead of drive, because I was so ashamed of myself since Mona was so angry.

Once I got a short way from the car (but long enough to be problematic) I realized that was a stupid idea and I should just drive home. The problem is, I had to walk through this massive apartment building where Farrah lived, and I didn't want her, Lori, or Mona to see me because I knew I would be in trouble.

I was trying to sneak through the building hallways when Farrah came out and saw me. She told me I had ruined their evening because Mona had told them everything (everything, at this point, just being that I had apparently proposed to Mona too often). Then she said she never wanted to see me again.

I hope Dream Mona can forgive me for wanting to marry her so much that I had a quick-proposal reflex.

That's a terrible dream!

 

[Lancecastor]

he's too big for buttsecks.

Just how big is his butt??

 

[Wings]

The booth next to me is a woman who makes and sells doll clothes. I've come to the conclusion that it takes a special kind of person to make/sell doll clothes.

 

[cleaver]

norma was a sex offender
plain and simple...

the word itself rolled angrily around her tongue;
mingling with bits of peanut shell and nicotine oil...

she spit a bit of shell in the direction of her laptop.
it veered left at the last moment onto the worn chintz fabric of her late grandmother's chair...

"yeah..."
hardly more than a breath

she had seen the image somewhere before,
but it still got something going....

tap tap
to the bio...

what was it that had made her pass on this one before?

right...
location? not far...
and the interests....? they'd do
and the price...?.... hmmmm! price!

she picked at a salty scrap between her upper molars;
sucking the sharp morsel off of her probing fingernail...

tap tap
another image popped up

norma had stopped being so picky with the young brazilian one...
it had been attentive and cute
before she had turned it.
the mess she had left, sloppy art.

"ummm...."

she'd write something enticing at this one...
the eyes and down-turned smile
suggested something along the 'lonely divorcee' lines...
she'd get a nibble surely
if not a bite...

...and just up the pike a bit;
where no one not looking would recognize her...

perfect, as another start...

she adjusted herself in her chair.
a slight squirm actually...

and reached down into the folds of her simple skirt
to adjust her half stiffening dick.

 

[bluebell]

Should've just shoved a ring on her finger. "Bitch, we're getting married."

Best. Proposal. Evar.
Woman, don't resist my CHARM!

That's a terrible dream!

I know, I woke up thinking I had lost you all as friends. Now I'm nervously laughing about it, like, "Haha, I didn't lose friends, haha, right? Guys? Haha, right?!"