Friday Fun

“Still nothing from newgirl? I guess it must involve corning.”

“Corned beef was Monday.”

“Standing Up.

I'll bet newgirls was face sitting, that's why she didn't want to say anything!!!!”

“Chief, you guessed it. I suppose if Sass isn't ashamed, I shouldn't be either. The word "facesitting" is pretty disgusting though. I have no idea how my choices led to "facesitting," but whatever . . .”

“Maybe it was the drooling...”

“Newgirl didn't you say at one time that you Montana girls like to ride? Guess thats ridin' high up in the saddle, eh.

:P~”

“Maybe, Packy-poo, maybe.”

“Here we go . . .”

“BTW, was your's facesitting too Chief?”

“Facesitting is mine too, although I'm not sure whether I'm giving or receiving, lol...”

“Well, don't leave anything to the imagination Bit. Just get right out there and illustrate for us.”

“lol....”

“Mine was the Naked Pretzel!”

“hey bit, why don't you and newgirl show everyone the proper way of facesitting”

“You have to use stick figures, too!”

“Tsk, tsk, Ewker....I'm a married man!”

“...and newgirl probably has...

oh, can't say that....


...better judgement...”

“bit, your married not dead. Nevermind you would be dead if she found out, unless you told her this was a sex education class and you wanted to get updated on everything so you would be better at home....you can always say I am doing this for you.....lol”

“Okay, so what is This about?

”

“Darn. It picke dup the whole thing.”

“Either use that excuse Bit or claim to have run out of chairs”

“I have squatters rights!!”

“What a riot!

"I am 69. I am always putting people in compromising situations that I know aren't physically possible. I'm a bit of a pervert and frankly I don't give a damn what you think."

LOL!”

“

Did that fix it?”

“No tree is all mine, get your own you bums!!!”

“Spooner. It says I like moonlite walks on the beach. I think we have rules for that kind of deviate behavior in Cincinnati. We just don't go for that kind of thing.”

“I just love safe sex :}”

“is it illegal to do this test on a Monday?

i got a freakin' Cartwheel! F that.”

“Not illegal...

What would you have preferred, lyra?”

“what up, bittypoo! have a good weekend?

well, the words that go with "Cartwheel" do apply, but i really have no freakin' idea about the postition itself, LOL! i wish i was Spooning!”

“I had a great weekend, read the Fiery Gizzard thread for details. How was yours?

You seem like a "Spooner", although "Dominatrix" doesn't appear to have been an option...”

“i just read it...looks like fun! :-) i went hiking, but not backpacking yet...hopefully in a week or two!”

“The weather was perfect for it this weekend, at least in Tennessee anyway.

Have you read the Halloween thread yet? There's a possibility of a hike in your neck of the woods that weekend.”

“cool...i haven't read it yet. i'll take a look!”

“


It's penguin Love.....”

“


wanna share a nanner with me???”

“where in bloody heck do you people find these things?”

“You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.”

“Dammit Mapes, I told you not to tell them that. Now you've gone and outed me!”

“"Duchess of Berry's"

Huh! I knew they came in Aril Showers sents but berry too?”

“You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.

This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.

In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.

A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.”

“I'm becoming really frightened now.









(It's the new names; the new names.)”

“I forgot about this one..

whack the little buggers”

“311. i rock.”

“316.3”

“319.3”