Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

Can I buy the movie rights for when you do Miles? We can collaborate, write up the script, make tons of loot, and we can run off with Rainy to Bora Bora and live in the fashion to which we will all quickly become accustomed.

We can call it Junk House: Window Watcher's Reckoning, a Miles Long/Saucyminx joint.

I wouldn't move. I would have that place checked out by the police, and then I would hunt that mother fucker down and make him wish he had never put pen to paper.
 
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It is pouring down raining here. Seems a sundress was ill advised today. Nah. . .
 
Can I buy the movie rights for when you do Miles? We can collaborate, write up the script, make tons of loot, and we can run off with Rainy to Bora Bora and live in the fashion to which we will all quickly become accustomed.

We can call it Junk House: Window Watcher's Reckoning, a Miles Long/Saucyminx joint.

I wouldn't move. I would have that place checked out by the police, and then I would hunt that mother fucker down and make him wish he had never put pen to paper.

Now this here, this here is the movie I want to see made.

It is pouring down raining here. Seems a sundress was ill advised today. Nah. . .

Write it so that you are hunting that mofo down in a rain dampened sundress, and you can count me in as a producer.
 
The previous family been getting these messages, and failed to disclose?? Yes. lawsuit.

I dunno that I would move. Seems that counter-surveillance would show whether someone had a vantage point or not. I'd have a dog, sensors and cameras and laugh at the loser.
 
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I will NOT buy myself a chocolate of the month club subscription. . I will not. . I will . . not
 
I will NOT buy myself a chocolate of the month club subscription. . I will not. . I will . . not

Of course you won't, you're saving yourself for the Nipplemuncher of the month club! Technically, it's just me, and every month I show up with a different munching technique. :devil:
 
Are we there yet? :(

I'm sure your little one is just primping and preening for the big entrance. Shiny red carpet, bright lights and an obsession with weight and how beautiful he/she is - it's useful practice for being a Hollywood starlet, the whole birth thing.
 
Are we there yet? :(

Just 5 more minutes, lovely.
(As said to both my children, and my friend Eileen on long car trips)

or

Yes, I'm just looking for a closer parking space.
(Also as said to both my children, and my friend Eileen on long car trips.)

I think if my phone rings one more time, my head might explode. That will really suck trying to clean out of the carpet.
 
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Just 5 more minutes, lovely.
(As said to both my children, and my friend Eileen on long car trips)

or

Yes, I'm just looking for a closer parking space.
(Also as said to both my children, and my friend Eileen on long car trips.)

I think if my phone rings one more time, my head might explode. That will really suck trying to clean out of the carpet.

See, empty-headed bimboes really do have an evolutionary advantage: easier clean-up following head explosions. :D
 
See, empty-headed bimboes really do have an evolutionary advantage: easier clean-up following head explosions. :D

Thank you--I think. :D Since there wasn't a pop when whatever prankster stuck the icepick into the base of my skull and up through into my right eye, I know there is something in there. Feels suspiciously like hornets, or broken glass, but something anyway.

If y'all have any self restraint to spare, please send it my way in the next 2 hours because I'm about to flip the fuck out on my boss and get myself fired. Luckily I'm not in the office or I'd get myself arrested because she needs a little Louisville slugger therapy and I'm a'feeling therapeutic.

Babyminx just made me lunch, and has been patting me, and feeling my head, and bringing me coffee. I love that kid. The other one better step up his game though or the beatings shall begin in earnest--wherever that is.
 
In the middle of the night I awoke from a dream, one in which I was carrying her, a sickly, light version of her, pale, twisted, and hollowed out by the metastases ravaging her body. Her hands were clasped together at her chest, where her breasts used to be, not like she was praying, but like she was holding something, protecting it and keeping it close to her heart. Her face was turned towards some distant light, and no matter how or which way I turned, or how fast I ran, this strange horizon moved and was always in front of us, advancing and growing brighter. I was weeping and frantic for a way out.

I snapped wide awake at 3:30, and went and watched my kids, sleeping the untroubled sleep of childhood.



It is not long for her now. Any day really. My heart is broken for them, and bracing for the considerable sadness that is coming.
 
thinking of joining a gangbang session organized by a friend next week as a surprise for his girlfriend but I would feel guilty to my lady :(
 
You look good in that hat, the gloves need to go tho.

thinking of joining a gangbang session organized by a friend next week as a surprise for his girlfriend but I would feel guilty to my lady :(

Um, just what every woman wants, a surprise gang bang. :eek: The gift that keeps on giving. . er I mean cumming. . . uh, is he going to pay to have the carpets cleaned after or will there be a tarp?
 
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