Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Mar 11, 2002
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Darling,
That hair was pennance enough.
No kidding! You can't even really see all of it in that pic, but you get the idea.
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Darling,
That hair was pennance enough.
You need to colourize that photo, I'd love to see your imitation of a pumpkin.. hehehehe.No kidding! You can't even really see all of it in that pic, but you get the idea.
Have I ever told you how much I love you-
-r sense of humour and inate ability
to make people feel better? I do,
this 's for you.
Thank you. Now pardon me while I perv on Ange in jailbait mode.
Actually, I had a pretty awful moment recently when MIS' jailbait cousin decided that I was reeeeeeeally interesting. Apparently the idea that I was already okay with the age difference between MIS and myself meant that I might look at her. Pardon me while I hide behind my glass of store-bought Arizona iced tea (because there is no fresh-brewed iced tea in the entire state of New York that rises above "swill" as a descriptor). Though I probably related that in a Bistro post, I just had a flashback to that moment for some reason.
My brain needs to NOT jump tracks like that. It is safe to perv on Ange. That pic is from *ahem* a few years ago. She's legal now. Changing thought tracks while perving to someone that skeeves me out is a BAD thing.
Hmmmmph. I was 18 in that photo! (Just...)
Sweet! Guilt-free wanking
I didn't say guilt free! My people are masters at inflicting guilt. Give me a minute. I'll come up with something.
Mmmm, you're all hot and sexy when you get pressed for guilt.
The glasses really make the picture.No kidding! You can't even really see all of it in that pic, but you get the idea.
why can't a cock be a cock?
I like how long it's been a cock
and always how big and round
I cannot say that I like
how when he walks
it dangles and scrapes the ground.
But, monkey knuckles and gorilla feet
should brush the forest floor
and when his cock fucks into me,
I'll scream and shout for more.
Hop on cock
though cock shouts,
Stop! Stop, don't hop
on cock, instead let cock
drop a load in you
It's not enough to say it's cock
the verse must always rhyme
for such a character is best unlocked
when Suessified all the time
Cock, rock, stock and sock; mock
this talk about a cock
since my poems all rock
even though they're stock
in a drawer of socks.
I actually went to my prom with Bukowski. Really! Ok, never mind that I don't even remember his real first name. Everyone always called him Skip. Skippy Bukowski. (I also dated an Einstein but his first name wasn't Albert.)
So Skippy was in my French class and I noticed he had my name all over his book cover. And then he asked me to the prom. I wasn't even planning on going because most of my friends were older, out of high school and I was a hippie girl anyway and hippie girls are not into proms. But Skippy was very persistent and I agreed.
My mother wouldn't get me a new gown. She made me wear the same one my sisten had worn four years before. It was orange. Orange is my least favorite color. As in I hate it. So already I was going to something I didn't really think I'd like, in a dress I hated and with a boy named Skippy I had very ambivalent feelings about. My night of golden memories.
And then there was my hair. It was then (as it is again now) to my waist. And I have really thick hair. A lot of hair. It took the hairdresser over three hours to get it all up. It was massive. And it had orange doodads in it.
Skippy picked me up (we double dated with a a boy and his girlfriend who actually had a car). The prom was boring. I remember I spent most of the time in the ladies room because my big hair was teetering on my head, threatening to fall over. There were many bobby pins involved. Maybe I needed flying buttresses in my tresses.
After the prom we went to the Hawaii Cottage, which was as over the top as it sounds. It was shaped like a big pineapple and had tiki gods and drinks (you could drink when you were 18 then) in hollowed out pineapples and coconuts with many umbrellas. There were leis and contests and oh god it was strange. Then we went to the beach. This is a very New Jersey thing to do: you go to the beach after your prom to watch the sun rise. Skippy turned off the Beatles on the radio to put doo-wop on. That was it for me. No Beatles! Skippy was done!
It took three days for my hair to get back to normal.
No penance for me. Jews don't do confession and penance.
Okay bijou, you will be resolved of your terrible sin against Guy but you must find the most uncomfortable pair of heels you own ( if you don't own heels, old boots will do) and walk through your home, counterclockwise three times on the next full moon while chanting, There is no yard gnome, there is no yard gnome.
peace, sister. may all your dreams be wild with beauty in shades of red and green.
The glasses really make the picture.
I recently shared a really old photo album with Hugo. He was shocked by my huge 80s hair and giant glasses. I wish I still had those glasses!
Oh, I love that pic! Yes, he looks like a hippie -- a cute one.I have another pic of me from then that I put next to this pic of ee. We'd have made such a cute hippie couple. Now we're an old hippie couple.
OMG I hope strangers didnt see me flash
You're joking I was a mess of nerves and I'm not doing it again even if Bijou double treble dares me again!!
BTW I haven't seen a cock that fine for a long while
Absolutely noooooo sexual contact for ohhhhhh shall we say 3 days?
bj go three days without sexual contact, I think hell would freeze over No your true pennance is to watch all those that you have courpted/set free having a good time, and you have to not smile, that is your pennance
NJ, that is completely and thoroughly perfect. I frikken' LOVE that penance.
You're good at this! You should be the resident Confessor Priestess in here.
And the heels are a good punishment. I got a bunch of girl shoes
from a friend after Poolapoopapalooza, which was a special disaster
a year ago which took all my shoes. Amanda is a real estate agent
and one of those 'shoe girls' and gave me a whole bunch of weird
high-heeled girl shoes that make me insane. I don't even know how to
wear them - i had to ask, do I need to wear pantyhose with these, or
what? There's a pair of tall burgundy pumps that I despise, so I guess it'll
be those...
I will absolutely and totally do this. The next full moon is July 18.
I can even walk round outside, since we live far enough out that
no one can see us from the road or the neighbors.
There is no yard gnome. There is no yard gnome.
And Anschul, that is a HUGE COCK.
Bet you love it when grrrls say that to you.
bj
pssst, hey kids!
the BDSM forum may not have a Bistro yet, but someone's obviously
paying attention, cause they opened a Confessional Booth last night.
look! We're role models! LAWLZ!
bj
Was the first confession that they stole your idea?
LOL