Lizs' Pink Thingy: A Field Trial Report

“The apartment was dark, with the exception of a dim slither of light that shown through the slightly opened door to Lizs' bedroom. I chugged the last few ounces of courage from the Corona bottle, and began to slowly make my way toward the light.

Clad only in fish panties, I walked quietly across the bedroom floor. The small table lamp ommited just enough light to illuminate the queen size bed. After reaching the bed, I gently pulled back the layers of sleeping bag and comforter and blanket, and after taking a deep breath, I pulled back the sheet.

There, lying before me, in all it's magnificent glory, was Lizs' Pink Thingy.

Any sane man would have stopped then, but I had come too far, and knew that turning back was not an option. I knelt and humbly approached.

On my hands and knees, I pressed my face gently against the Pink Thingy. I breathed deep the sweet sweet essence of it's synthetic being. "This can't be happening" I thought to myself - "this can't be real".

But it was real. This was really happening. I became overwhelmed with excited passion... I lost my composure.

I threw myself onto the Pink Thingy. I rolled in a sweaty series of gyrating thrusts - flesh against silk against foam against flesh. I panted and moaned and...

"Miss Lissy's home! Miss Lissy's home! Miss Lissy's home!" shouted Gizmeaux as I heard the squeak of the front door and the jingle of keys.

I scampered through the bedroom window onto the patio. I quickly donned the jeans and tee shirt I had left folded on the plastic chair, and lit a cigarette.

Moments later, Lizs appeared through the patio door.
"Oh, there you are."
"Just catching a quick smoke." I replied.
"I got my articles finished. I barely made deadline, as usual." She said.
"That's gotta be difficult - getting all your stuff done before the paper goes to press." I commented.
"Tuesday nights are quite hectic - you can't imagine." She said.

Nope. I can't imagine.”

“OMG THAT IS TOO FUC#EN FUNNY!!!!!



I have that picture of that thing too.


8)”

“You're completely warped dude!”

“It's a good thing his dogs can talk.”

“anyone care for some projectile vomit?

8)”

“knowing gojo that is probably a true story :)”

“Too much talk about The Big Icky, lyra?”

“She'll burn it after she reads this!”

“I like vomit.


8)


Ready to catch.”

“Unfreakingbelievable...that was too funny! Lizs' going to jerk you around the room for writing that, gojo. CMB....now I have a picture in my mind, too...it's not one I'd like to keep there, but it's there, anyway.”

“Somebody's wasting his life away. Too funny! Thanks for the laughs.”

“LMAO gojo!”

“Do you guys want the link?


8)”

“LMAO!

I think I'll NOT tell my wife about this report before your trip to Wyoming!”

“ROTFLMAO!! Thanks for making my #&%!$ty day not so #&%!$ty!”

“Alright what the heck is liz's big pink thingy?”

“The story of lizs' pink thingy.”

“LOL!

If you do a google image search for "pink thingy" you get this:

http://community.webshots.com/photo/53240491/53807249mrFfre”

“Wow! Lizs' pink thingy sure is big. LMAO!”

“That's it, our lizs and the pink thingy.

So Gojo, what did lizs really say when she came home and saw what you did to her cherished pink thingy?

A. Yuck?

B. Ewwwww!

C. Grossssss!

D. What did you do to my pink thingy you @#&%* pervert?

E. All of the above and then some.”

“"Looks like the dogs must've gotten in here and wrestled."

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.”

“I have a good picture of it!



8)”

“Another TT romance!

Gojo and the pink thingie.”

“the big pink thingy...I can understand the alure it must have caused in your psyche.

You;ll be ok , Gojo...it'll take some time, but all will be fine.”

“Gojo
You've been plotting this for a long time, aintcha.
Now your fantasy has come true.
What will you live for NOW?”

“That is just to funny.”

“Alas! What a perv! I pretty much had to let gojo sleep with the pink thingy last night. I was on the sofa, head covered with pillow, trying not to hear the sounds of lust.

gojo is truly stuck on the pink thingy (well, in more ways than one). He has asked to take the pink thingy road trippin' with him. Since it's revulsive now anyway, I wished him and the pink thingy the best.

So if you're a stop coming up on the road trip, beware! Now it's gojo and a friend unlike any you've ever met.......”

“Ain't but one way out
And ah just cain't go out that door”

“the "Big Icky"? LMAO! that's funny.”

“So it's now the pink sticky thingy!”

“I think you've all gone TOO far this time. LMFAO!”

“I have this image of lizs standing by the door frowning with her arms folded, the dogs wagging their tails, Gojo dressed to leave, and lizs saying, "Go, Jo!"”

“So . .it all boils down to this:


Lizs let gojo have his way with her big pink thingy.”

“Did Sarabelle smell the stinky pink thingie after Gojo had his way with it.

How 'bout it Belle?”

“My daddy sayed "who will be my sekert helper for a weeny?" and I sayed I WILL NOT be yer sekert helper - you perbert!" and I got on the cowch and got a nap.

Gissmeaux sayed "I will be yer sekert helper for a weeny!" and my daddy sayed "ah ah! I kno'd Gissmeaux wold be my sekert helper!" and he got Gissmeaux some weeny and sayed he wold get the nother peece if he done a good job.

So Gissmeaux lade down by side the dore and when he herd Miss Lissy by the nother side of the dore he sayed "Miss Lissys home!" and I sayed "yall are perberts!" and Gissmeaux got the nother weeny in a minit.”

“I knew that Gissmeaux was trouble....”

“Thanks Belle, ever the lady! Take care of the perberts. Don't let the skeery woof bare get them.

Hmmm, wonder what the skeery woof bare would do to the pink thingy.”

“closing tags...”

“You've all gone FAR too FAR this time!”

“Freaky.”

“Not that there's anything wrong with that...”

“his thread is one reason I so rarely have house-guests...

:)”

“You have a thing for convoluted foam too, Phaedrus?


lol...j/k...”

“errr... "this thread"


Bloodpusher, you have no place posting on Lizs pink thingy.”

“This thread is also why I so rarely have house guests.
/o:”

“No one with convoluted foam in their house is safe!”

“IT'S CONVOLUTED!! Perberts!!”