would someone seduce me

LOL, come now, we are already on the way there, and just think how much the brain cells will get exercised weeding out the relevent from the 'looking for Ms/Mr Right to do me' threads, and adding to all to help them all become relevant BDSM forum threads!!:D

Catalina:cattail:
IMNSHO, troublemaker, there is a reason we have separate fora for the various types/brands/genres of personal ads: To keep them from clogging up the discussion fora, as well as to make them individually immediately and easily visible to anyone literate enough to read the forum list. Some people *do* seem to focus their attention strictly - or semi-strictly - in the personals ads, with little or no inclination to participate in either the lighter (Café) or more serious (Talk) threads. Would you deprive them of their opportunity to easily find what they're looking for? Or deprive those of us who *don't* often peruse the personals, but *do* like to participate in discussion threads the opportunity to avoid the personal ads?
 
IMNSHO, troublemaker, there is a reason we have separate fora for the various types/brands/genres of personal ads: To keep them from clogging up the discussion fora, as well as to make them individually immediately and easily visible to anyone literate enough to read the forum list. Some people *do* seem to focus their attention strictly - or semi-strictly - in the personals ads, with little or no inclination to participate in either the lighter (Café) or more serious (Talk) threads. Would you deprive them of their opportunity to easily find what they're looking for? Or deprive those of us who *don't* often peruse the personals, but *do* like to participate in discussion threads the opportunity to avoid the personal ads?


LOL, I am sure you know my answer.:devil:
 
I understand. I know better than most about holiday tequila/appliance binges. (Arbor Day, 2007 *shudder*)
But DGE, for god's sake, that canister is just a baby!

At least keep it to a more mature vacuum.
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Sure, she is classified as "mature", maybe even antique, but I bet her beaters are so worn down that you can easily deep throat her.

Gawd, that's hawt! I think I just came.

2004. Birmingham. I'm out drinking with Miss worn-out-beaters herself, and her friend, a piping little espresso machine with stainless that I'd taken a shine to. Refined. Nice girls. Or so I thought. Next thing I know I'm waking up in a hotel bathtub full of ice, one kidney missing and a Hoover bag full of my own blood in the trash can.

Don't give me "hawt." Those girls embody the circuitry of every dame that ever flipped my switch.
 
2004. Birmingham. I'm out drinking with Miss worn-out-beaters herself, and her friend, a piping little espresso machine with stainless that I'd taken a shine to. Refined. Nice girls. Or so I thought. Next thing I know I'm waking up in a hotel bathtub full of ice, one kidney missing and a Hoover bag full of my own blood in the trash can.

Don't give me "hawt." Those girls embody the circuitry of every dame that ever flipped my switch.

They went easy on you. I would have taken both your kidneys and a hand, too.
 
As a brunette with grey eyes, I have to weigh in here to say that this thread is hysterical.
 
You slipped me a roofie in Phoenix in 2006 and sold my skin on eBay, didn't you?

DGE, you really need to stop whining about your lost skin.

That belt in your av, the one I gave you last year for your birthday?
I was practicing my leather skills with the "hide" I bought from Satin on ebay.
Yeah, I didn't have the heart to tell you because the skin was really not supple and was kind of scaly.
All that moisturizing you do apparently doesn't work.
 
Don't be too meaty, you'll attract the zombies and then get beaten with your own femur.

:devil:

Satin! Some zombies can read!
You really shouldn't give them ideas.

*bows to the newly elected femur weaver*

Careful, being in a prone position just leaves you vulnerable to being whacked on the back of the head.

(The song "Dream Weaver" immediately came to mind. Now it is stuck in my head with different lyrics. Thanks for the earworm, curious.)
 
DGE, you really need to stop whining about your lost skin.

That belt in your av, the one I gave you last year for your birthday?
I was practicing my leather skills with the "hide" I bought from Satin on ebay.
Yeah, I didn't have the heart to tell you because the skin was really not supple and was kind of scaly.
All that moisturizing you do apparently doesn't work.

DGE really is rather snaky.

Satin! Some zombies can read!
You really shouldn't give them ideas.

Oh, snap! I really thought they'd have better things to do, though. This place isn't called Brainerotica. :eek:
 
DGE really is rather snaky.

is that why he keeps popping out of baskets where'ere I wander and dancing to heathen music that bewitches my subs with the forbidden lure of the far-off indes?

DGE, I cry, DGE get out of there you don't even fit but he just wriggles and squiggles and he sez he sez

-have you sssseen my ssskin?

and i'm like "no man this is embarrassing you gotta stop doing this let's get you home." and I ask him for his address and goddamnit DGE there is no house at "Pen. 15 lane, bonerville" stop asking me to take you there.
 
DGE, you really need to stop whining about your lost skin.

That belt in your av, the one I gave you last year for your birthday?
I was practicing my leather skills with the "hide" I bought from Satin on ebay.
Yeah, I didn't have the heart to tell you because the skin was really not supple and was kind of scaly.
All that moisturizing you do apparently doesn't work.

Dammit. You mean I'm keeping my pants up with a strop of my own skin? And after all the notches I've put in it? When does the CryptKeeper start cackling here?

Okay. I need 3 a.m. HSN moisturizer. Reptile botox, too.


DGE really is rather snaky.

Hmmm.... well, I can do amazing things with my tongue.

is that why he keeps popping out of baskets where'ere I wander and dancing to heathen music that bewitches my subs with the forbidden lure of the far-off indes?

DGE, I cry, DGE get out of there you don't even fit but he just wriggles and squiggles and he sez he sez

-have you sssseen my ssskin?

and i'm like "no man this is embarrassing you gotta stop doing this let's get you home." and I ask him for his address and goddamnit DGE there is no house at "Pen. 15 lane, bonerville" stop asking me to take you there.

I absolutely have a condo in Bonerville, dammit. Over behind the Estates at Scrotum Heights. Kind of a newly-developing area near the musk factory.

I swear to god, if anyone returns my skin, I will make them a leather keychain from part of my upper left arm.
 
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