poll: unrealized fantasies?

[TBKahuna123]

Interesting.

I have one that includes me, my wife and a certain waterfall. I think of it every time I hear Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl" (why couldn't it have been green eyed girl? -that would be perfect). I picture sunlit water droplets cascading down upon us in the summer heat. Mmmmm

We actually did that one! Ok, TRIED that one. It didn't go well.

Note to self: Even in July waterfalls in Glacier Park are still fed by ice cold water from melting glaciers! All I have to say is burrrrrrrrrr. Someday I'd like to try this somewhere more, um, tropical!


BTW: I love that song. My wife has these huge, gorgeous brown eyes and everytime I hear that song I can't help but smile.

 

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[jackfrost2112]

I know it may sound kind of tame, especially on this board, but I would give my left nut to sleep with an older woman. I’m 24 years old, so someone in their forties would be cool, maybe even fifties.

When I was 19 I slept with a 30 year old, that was alright but she was a little bit flaky. Never really got what I needed. I want older, dominant (but not mean), and busty.

Other than that I’ve pretty much seen and done everything there is to do…

 

[silverwhisper]

jack: so...you're looking for a MILF?

ed

 

[midwestyankee]

jack: so...you're looking for a MILF?

ed

Actually, I think he's looking for a MHLF, unless the two of you have remarkably similar tastes.


Grammar police, at your service.

 

[silverwhisper]

[trout-smacks MWY]



ed

 

[midwestyankee]

[trout-smacks MWY]



ed

I think that this is officially my first trout-smack. I believe that I should feel honored, and yet something is piscine me off about it.

 

[jackfrost2112]

jack: so...you're looking for a MILF?

ed

Yeah, not groundbreaking, but that's me.


I got a theory...it could be demons...dancing demons, no something isn't right there...

 

[silverwhisper]

MWY: well, i just did it for the halibut. :>

anya sang
bunnies aren't just cute, like everybody supposes
they've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses

:>

ed

 

[jackfrost2112]

And what's with all the carrots? What do they need such good eye sight for anyway?

Bunnies!

Bunnies!!

Its must be bunnies!!!


...or maybe midgets...

 

[midwestyankee]

MWY: well, i just did it for the halibut. :>


:>

ed

Putting all your jokes in a roe, are you?


In keeping with the purpose of the thread, I have no secret fantasy to make it with a fish.

 

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[midwestyankee]

how about blowfish?

You mean this place?

 

[silverwhisper]

jack: so the pressing question...where do we go from here? :>

MWY: bah, i smelt that one coming a mile away.

ed

 

[midwestyankee]

jack: so the pressing question...where do we go from here? :>

MWY: bah, i smelt that one coming a mile away.

ed

That's the trouble with old fish, they flounder about until the body odor becomes overwhaleming.

 

[TBKahuna123]

The thread really is turning into a wet dream, isn't it?

 

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[silverwhisper]

MWY: could you repeat that, please? i'm hard of herring.

kahuna: heh...kip adata rocks.

ed

 

[midwestyankee]

MWY: could you repeat that, please? i'm hard of herring.

kahuna: heh...kip adata rocks.

ed

Taken from Bennett Cerf's Treasury of Atrocious Puns:

Fish Story

The prettiest she-fish in the whole aquarium was Bess Porgy. Young John Haddock's gills fluttered with suppressed poisson every time she, and her chubby friend Mazie Angelfish slithered down the pike. To kipper in comfort was his consuming obsession.

Trouble loomed, however, when the two girls worked out a sister act and opened at the Globe under the management of Salmon & Schuster. An interested member of the audience was Rufus Goldfish, who sat in the second roe (he was slightly hard of herring) and viewed the performance with a sardinic smile. "Confidentially," he told a grouper friends later, "the girls' act smelt, but they're pretty cute tricks. I found the one who was barracuda."

John Haddock's sole shriveled at those words. "Only an act of cod will keep my Bess out of his clutches." he muttered shadly. Mazie Angelfish tried to rally him. "Don't be blue," she counseled. "You are no common weakfish. You are a Haddock. Remember Dorothy Vernon of Haddock Hall. Get in there and put that bass sailfish old flouder t'rout!"

John squared what passes for shoulders in a fish. "Thanks, Mazie," he spluttered. "By gum and bivalve, I'll get out of this pickerel yet. If that shrimp expects to mackerel have me to reckon with."

Suiting the action to his words, he knocked his rival off his perch so effishently that poor Mr. Goldfish whaled for the carps - and a sturgeon to get the bones out of his mouth.

"I did it on porpoise," cried the exultant John Haddock, clasping Bess, who looked prettier than Marlin Dietrich, to his slippery chest.

It was all such a shark to Mr. Goldfish that he's been eel to this very day.

The Haddocks had a tarpon time of it ever after.

Finny

 

[Quoll]

OK here's one: Climbing up the back side of Mount Rushmore and having sex on George Washington's head. Ever since 9/11 though, they have the whole back side cordoned off. It's gonna be tough, but someday...

Please tell me this is not a person.


Totally ignoring the necrophiliac reference

 

[togitc]

Unrealized fantasies... aren't they all considering if you had done it then they wouldn't be fantasies. *Locks smart-ass in closet*

My fantasy: To have a sex-life. When that happens, I'll go from there.

 

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[midwestyankee]

Very cute, you ol' hornpout.

Once wrote a paper analyzing the source of humor in each of these puns, based on Freud's categorization of jokes. Ah, the joys of grad school.

 

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