suede head:see, i told you you were taking a risk posting your mug

this sure is one wasted day...

at least i managed to get a bit of action in between my morning visit and my evening visit,
which is more than i normally achieve.

better stop....

its not polite to discuss ones underwear adventures.
 
yeah well, it was only a bit of slap'n tickle,no violins.

i suppose im not allowed to listen to the smiths today then,
morrissey might find out ive been enjoying myself,
and beat me up with his giant hands.

jeez!

what next?

a mouth full of meat?
 
Re: yeah well, it was only a bit of slap'n tickle,no violins.

> jeez!

> what next?

> a mouth full of meat?

wahey!!
 
wahey yourself. im usually up more nothing more than a hot cup of ovaltine,

but one slip,
and you find yourself...

ah christ, use your imagination.
ive said enough.
im going to think about something wholesome...

perhaps kittens,
mmmm yes,
fluffy creatures frollicking in a non sexual manner...

aaaaaaahhhh......
 
Re: wahey yourself. im usually up more nothing more than a hot cup of ovaltine,

i would eat kittens but i'm a veggie

i can't

it's not right...

*sharpens his carving knife*
 
see my brains are going, i cant even construct simple sentances
 
bed. me like bed. sleepyhappytyme. grammar baaaaaad! me no wanted grammar.
 
Re: there are far more pleasant things to put in ones mouth...

yes

like pasta mit pesto

mmmmmmmmm

and semen

*ahem*
 
youre going to bed at nine? you must have something good going on there....
 
ah the joys of having a laptop with broadband capabilities you can type in bed *sighs*
 
lets try to keep it high brow,this is turning into''carry on posting''
 
thats a bit risque.

using a computer in bed can only lead to one thing...

santa isnt coming for you this year!
 
Re: thats a bit risque.

> using a computer in bed can only lead to one thing...

> santa isnt coming for you this year!

very true.

i have a feeling satan might be though
 
well lets hope morrissey hurries down our chimneys...

bringing exciting gifts,

one can only imagine....

''here''
says morrissey,
undoing his ribbon...

''unwrap me, im yours...''
 
wait! now it's perfect...

> ''here''
> says morrissey,
> undoing his ribbon...

> ''unwrap me, im yours...''

said mickey

57-0 now i think muahahaa

I wish Morrissey would unwrap me...heh...bi side showing through here

*cringes at how trendy he can be sometimes*
 
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