My Safe Place Thread

as for the elitist hound-bitch who started this thread, ''hello!'' broken anything lately?

Amazingly enough, I have been break free since October 2014. I haven't even hit the ground except on my feet this season. A few falls while following on foot with beagles, but horses have been kind to me and I am praying it continues.

Your horse isn't lame, he's faking it to avoid carrying you around the place.

You know, I have had horses who did exactly that, but the old "food bucket" trick always gets past their reticence and they forget to take the bad step.

and cunt.
 
Amazingly enough, I have been break free since October 2014. I haven't even hit the ground except on my feet this season. A few falls while following on foot with beagles, but horses have been kind to me and I am praying it continues.



You know, I have had horses who did exactly that, but the old "food bucket" trick always gets past their reticence and they forget to take the bad step.

and cunt.
glad to hear it :)
 
Why am I thinking "Godiva", as I muse upon international equestrian women's activities... Do I crave chocolate? :D

It's the brunette thing that doesn't fit.
 
I feel like being a sarcastic and cynical cunt today.

just for a change.
 
I feel like being a sarcastic and cynical cunt today.

just for a change.

I was a cunt yesterday morning. Internally.

I was listening to the news on the radio, and apparently some scientists in Boston have discovered the secret to getting the last of the BBQ sauce out of the bottle. And I thought to myself "Like those fat fucks need more sauce."

I swear. And I laughed and laughed.
 
I was a cunt yesterday morning. Internally.

I was listening to the news on the radio, and apparently some scientists in Boston have discovered the secret to getting the last of the BBQ sauce out of the bottle. And I thought to myself "Like those fat fucks need more sauce."

I swear. And I laughed and laughed.

As Trump cuts of research money for determining how climate change works, the science guys GOT to make a living.

For the life of me, I never saw Boston as the heart of BBQ country, though.
 
As Trump cuts of research money for determining how climate change works, the science guys GOT to make a living.

For the life of me, I never saw Boston as the heart of BBQ country, though.

You said the T word.

We call it tomato sauce or BBQ sauce. I think you guys call it ketchup.
 
You're still gonna have to wear heels if we go out dancing together.

No one ever has to wear heels. Nothing is worth that hell.

My tallest dancing partner was 6'7", and we managed just fine without torture shoes.
 
I was a cunt yesterday morning. Internally.

I was listening to the news on the radio, and apparently some scientists in Boston have discovered the secret to getting the last of the BBQ sauce out of the bottle. And I thought to myself "Like those fat fucks need more sauce."

I swear. And I laughed and laughed.

Cunt.

I praise such useful science. More for the catsup than for the bbq sauce, proper bbq sauce is made in a bowl and applied to the meat as it is slow cooking for 24 hours.

but I digress, you are indeed a cunt.
 
I'm too tall, half lesbian, and I love cats. But I fit the other criteria. Don't beat me.
Ok, beat me. I can take it.
 
Tonight, braised home grown lamb loin chops served with homemade spinach and artichoke gnocci under a white wine sauce.

this unemployed, hunt all day, cook all night home life is not as bad as you might think.
 
the lamb was good, no it was beyond good and well into awesome. the gnocci not so much, my white wine sauce was a bit heavy and did not mix well with the spices.

perfection, missed by an inch.

tomorrow night, doves cooked with bacon and butter served with wild rice and asparagus.

I might be ruining my own safe space with my own food critiques.
 
the lamb was good, no it was beyond good and well into awesome. the gnocci not so much, my white wine sauce was a bit heavy and did not mix well with the spices.

perfection, missed by an inch.

tomorrow night, doves cooked with bacon and butter served with wild rice and asparagus.

I might be ruining my own safe space with my own food critiques.

I love it when you call me lamb. :)
 
:eek:

Heaven FORFEND!







:D
oh my word, it's been a while since i heard that phrase used :D



as for kbate's criteria, i miss most of them - though i am now 5' 3.5'' having apparently lost 1.5'' somewhere in life! and i love cats. most of them. some are just nasstee. so i'm being a rebel without a clue in here :cool:
 
Mind you, cats are OK, but only OK. Dogs are so far superior to cats that even mentioning them in the same sentence could get me thrown out of my own thread.

I lost almost 2.5 inches when I quit lying about my height. I still haven't lied about weight, no reason to do that, except in the doctor's office where they keep telling me to put on 20 pounds even after 20 years of me not putting on 20 pounds that I neither need nor want, so there you fucking quack cunt.
 
I love my doctor, he just needs to stfu about me being underweight and stick to telling me that my bp is normal, my heart rate is low and my cholesterol is somewhere in the normal to high range (thank you massive wheel of stilton).
 
please do not post in here unless you are:

under 5 feet 5 inches tall (none of that metric shite either, gtfo)
If I hunch up a bit and stoop, I'll make this.

like horses, and dogs, but only tolerate cats
Yea, got this

lesbian
Does wannabe count?

no longer care about politiks
Poli what?

dont care about tv
Got this

dont care about sports
Definitely got this

dont care about porn
PHuck, PHuck PHuck! Tripped up and excluded by my fondness for the pornos! Phuck!

(snip)


Comshaw :mad:
 

You fooled me. For a minute there, I thought you were serious.

Thank goodness I'm a lesbian.


 
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