Comments on: Excuse me sir…is that a fish swimming up your penis?

By: Mr.Morece

Mr.Morece — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 19:16:32 +0000

I’ve seen about this fish on Discovery channel, pretty interesting facts. Well, you says “I am just never going to insert one in to my special place.” Fish will not ask you if you are going to insert it or not Just keep your eyes open when you are swimming, and watch your penis
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By: NanciElizabeth

NanciElizabeth — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 23:38:34 +0000

Dear Mrs. T,
I have so enjoyed our lively conversation this afternoon and look forward to speaking with you again.
Best wishes to you and your family.
Regards,
NanciElizabeth Whitford
see?
anywhys, I’m outta here–it’s 6:40pm and time for some fun. Tee Hee–I bet this has been a record for comments on the Si-Mon’s site. Oh, c’mon, Si–you know we loves ya!
Later, y’all
Y

By: NanciElizabeth

NanciElizabeth — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:58:15 +0000

But Mrs.TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! That’s how I was raised! I used the silver spoon I was born with to cook up some black tar heroin! I’m horrible! However, I still remember how I was raised (like a veal calf, sweetie) and actually came from a fairly prominent family who is in Charleston, SC which totally explains why I am in Indiana. I think. Plus, being born under the Catholic with a Jew in Uranus (oh, come on! I couldn’t help it) I have more than my share of The Guilt. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to have stayed in that society but…nah! Fuck those jive-ass pretenders. Nice to know I can still pull it off if needs be (which does come in handy at times..) So you’re in the House of Testosterone? Whoa! I can’t imagine–Beaver Lodge is (was) just m’grrlz n me. And yes, there were 12 times a year when I had to get out the electified fence and the razor wire along with the warning flags. Whoa!
What’s for supper?–

By: Mrs T

Mrs T — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:46:03 +0000

Now Miss Nancy, if I may be so bold to call you that, for you do indeed remind me of the luverly Nancy from Oliver Twist.

Now we need to talk etiquette if you are to ensnare a suitably disturbed gentleman to cater to your every whim and desire.

I suggest we park “our pert bottoms” down at the equator rather than our “asses”. And you will not put a fork through your head put place it gently on the table… because remember we start from the outside with our flatware and work our way in when dining….. so we shall start with soup….

Napkin first Miss Nancy…and now the soup spoon…. excellent, excellent…I will make a lady of you yet…

( Pass me the paracetamol Sy I feel a migraine coming on….)