Vaffanculo To Them all
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Pubblicato:5 Febbraio 2009 8:01 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:9 Febbraio 2009 4:22 am 19600 visite
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With all that has happened this week it only seems fitting that tonight I resurrect my favourite blog posting of all, my Vaffanculo blog, Special Edition 2.
I have a lot to get off my chest this week and this posting will represent the righting of all who have done me wrong. If someone has pissed me off or even about to piss me off then this blog will be for them.
And so we begin. Tonight a big Vaffanculo goes out to many.
-Vaffanculo to my ex best friend for being such a douche bag when I needed her most. I hope your dog eats the rest of your leather couch.
-Vaffanculo to the guy who punched me in the face. I hope you can’t get it up next time you have sex.
-Vaffanculo to my supplier who keeps charging me regular price when it is on sale. I hope your cash register falls on your feet.
-Vaffanculo to the car mechanic who laughed at me when I brought my muffler in that dropped off. (how was I to know I didn’t need it) I hope your car stalls on the highway late at night.
-Vaffanculo to the guy who fixed my laptop. I know your were looking at my photos and personal stuff. I hope your hard drive crashes with all my photos on it.
-Vaffanculo to my hairdresser who charged me for expensive conditioner and used the cheap ass stuff on it. I hope you get lice.
-Vaffanculo to the lady with the hairy arms at 7-11 who keeps giving me regular cigarettes instead of king size. I hope you grow hair on your chin.
-Vaffanculo to my doctor who keeps making me take off my clothes even for a cold. I hope you lose you stethoscope up your ass.
-Vaffanculo to my chiropractor who keeps rubbing up against my shoulder when adjusting my neck. I hope you break yours.
-Vaffanculo to my friend Nick for bringing over 3 litres of ice cream. I hope you put on 10 pounds of man boobs.
And that concludes the Vaffanculo’s for tonight.
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The Whore I Am
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Pubblicato:4 Febbraio 2009 7:04 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:1 Marzo 2009 8:08 pm 21241 visite
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Tonight ended a friendship of 25 years. I have known Gisela since I was in my teens. We have confided in each other and helped one another through difficult times but I suppose when push came to shove we could not agree on the simple rules of friendship one being don't give my phone number to men who can't stand rejection.
Gisela came over tonight to try to convince me to give up on her friend that beat me up. I asked her to look closely at my face and tell me why I should. The only leverage she had was because we were friends. I refused and then the battery of words started.
She accused me of being a whore, of provoking him in some way because I dress provocatively when I go out. I reminded her that Friday night I was wearing black pants and a black turtleneck...very provocative no? And she proceeded to throw in my face every little indiscretion I have had. Needless to say what came afterwards was not pretty because I don't take shit anymore. No longer friends we are.
She called me a whore more times than I can count and the reasons she gave to support her idea were completely ridiculous.
Does taking care of myself and my body make me a whore?
Does wearing short skirts, low cuts and high heels make me a whore?
Is the fact I am not married make me a whore?
Does it make me a whore because I am not uncomfortable to walk into a restaurant for lunch or previously work in a gentlemans club? If I weren’t a whore I wouldn’t go into these male spaces unaccompanied, my body is itself a clear message: I need a dick.
Does it make me a whore because I'll refuse a man who sits down beside me and tells me he has what I need?
Does it make me a whore because I wouldn't give my ass to her father?
Does it make me a whore because I wouldn't sleep with her boyfriend to give him a new experience?
When does a woman stop being a whore?
When she dies?
When a woman dies she doesn’t stop being a whore?
In my case I suppose I'll becomes a dead whore.
I am so pissed off if I write anymore it will be all obsenities.
To hell with it, I am pulling out the vodka to kill the pain.
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Sexually Ugly
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Pubblicato:3 Febbraio 2009 9:11 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:16 Agosto 2013 12:10 am 19488 visite
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Yesterday was a difficult time at work. Apart from all the questions and pulling aside my fellow employees did all day, I had this horrendous headache that still just wont quit. Everyone was very supportive as I made light of it saying "you should have seen the other guy!"
I took the day off today or rather everyone insisted I take the day off. It has worked out well as the bruising on my face and arms is looking worse than before. I can't stand to look at myself as it makes me feel so sad.
I am scared more than anything. Last night around 11:00 I received a phone call. I picked up the phone and all I heard was a male voice whispering "bitch." I hung up and automatically thought it was him. But I didn't give him my number so I let it slide off my shoulders and went to check all my doors were locked. Then another call saying "whore." I immediately called my friend and told her what was happening. She confessed that she had given him my number.
I called my friend Nick and told him what had happened. I am so grateful he insisted on staying with me. He came armed with a carton of Ben and Jerry's and some chocolate. Do my friends know me or what?
He stayed with me all night and the best part about it was that it was a non sexual night even though we have this chemistry that cannot be denied. He layed down beside me and we just waited for the phone to ring so he could blast whomever it was. I looked at him and asked if I was ugly. Then he started:
Your so ugly when you sit in the sand the cats try to bury you.
Your so ugly that when you were born, the doctors slapped your parents.
Your so ugly you make blind kids cry.
Your so ugly your mama tied a porkchop around your neck to get the dog to play with you.
There were more but those are all I remember. I fell asleep laughing and safe. What comes next I don't know. I don't know if it was him, conincidence or just bad timing of some pranksters. I do know that I don't like this game someone is playing with me Everyone says be strong but for some reason something gets in the way and makes it more difficult, or is it that my mind is wandering?
I have never been a lucky girl. I just don't want to be beat up again...that is my fear.
ps...ugly jokes accepted.
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Thankful
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Pubblicato:1 Febbraio 2009 6:33 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:14 Febbraio 2009 5:37 am 19004 visite
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Yesterday after posting what happened to me I felt a sense of regret for many reasons. Today after reading all the wonderful comments I received, I realized I did the right thing and have all the support a girl could ask for.
I called my friend yesterday and told her what happened. I got the full address and name of her friend and then called the police. They took a statement, photos and proceeded to pick him up. Today I am not a victim, I am just a woman with a real ugly looking blackened face and a major headache to boot.
My little blog was born back in 2005 when blogging was not that popular. Over the years my blog has changed as once upon a time I used to blog my hearts contents without a blink of an eye. I was going through a hard time back then and needed an outlet, and yes CityHookups.com was it. My comments back then were not always so nice and at the time I had a difficult time dealing. I think I may have deleted my blog over 3 times in these years which nown I deeply regret. Upon coming back this time around I wanted to keep my blog light, to not be an open book in terms of my problems. That was until yesterdays post and that is where the regret came from. Today I feel different. Today I realize that not just for what I went through but for many, there is a group of support among strangers with a common interest....this site.
So tonight I am here ugly faced and all. Do these bruises always get ugly before they get better? I am here happy I did the right thing. This man has been picked up and I feel a sense of satisfaction and friendship with those whom I not know.
I have fear right now, of what I don't know. But fear maybe is my sign that I am alive as is my pain. Once upon a time I had reached the point of indifference, non feeling. This is better...pain and all.
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What Hurts Most
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Pubblicato:31 Gennaio 2009 9:27 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:1 Marzo 2009 8:09 pm 33601 visite
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I am having a hard time understanding why I fall into these deep black situations through no fault of my own. A man should treat a woman as a crystal glass and not as a punching bag for his entertainment of ego.
I am unhappy and more than anything hurt emotionally this morning. This morning I sit in front of my laptop with a black and purple eye. This morning I sit here with my forearms and wrists bruised because a simple word was not understood, did not want to be understood. This word is "no."
Last night I went to my girlfriends dinner party. I didn't know half of whom was there and I went without a man. I chatted, flirted, and generally had a great time with my friends. My mistake was not to take my own car as I went with another girlfriend in hers.
There was a man there, dressed very nicely, clean and well educated from what I could perceive. We made small talk all evening as I was not interested in him nor did I play with him to make him believe otherwise.
When it was time to leave my friend suggested he drive me home as he was great pals with her boyfriend. I agreed as I know her boyfriend well. We got to my place and he asked to come in to use the bathroom. I let him in and that is when he became persistant and his hands were all over me. I was nice and told him "no" multiple times. He got more rough and that is when I proceeded to knee him in the balls. Before I knew it he hit me closed fisted in the face. I fell to the ground and he left. The only man I ever loved once threw me to the ground in an arguement, I didn't want to add to that experience with that of a stranger. But last night I did.
I don't feel very good today. My face hurts but more than anything I feel physically ill that I have to walk around like this, to work, my parents and friends until the bruising subsides. I don't want people to perceive me as a victim anymore because I am not. I have changed that part of my life through my own determination and out of a need. And now I have to walk around like this. Makeup may be able to disguise the bruise slightly but what is in my heart cannot be disguised.
Hurt inside and hurt outside. Bruised outside and wounds reopened inside. It is painful to be mistreated and abused through no fault of your own. It makes me think about all those battered women out there who go through even worse on a daily basis and through an entire lifetime.
Pain can be perceived in many ways. I don't know what hurts more, the fact that a man hit me last night through no fault of my own or the fact that a man believed it was ok to hit me because it was me.
bella
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Talk Dirty To Me
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Pubblicato:29 Gennaio 2009 7:13 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Febbraio 2009 5:28 am 18726 visite
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I have decided that I talk too much. Tonight I will be silent that way you can speak to me. Say what you will, I am listening with great anticipation.
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Cum All Over Me
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Pubblicato:28 Gennaio 2009 7:20 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:13 Febbraio 2009 6:18 am 18395 visite
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I receive a lot of mail. Now, when I say a lot of mail it does not mean what I actually respond to because three quarters of the mail I get I cannot even bear to send a response.
Yesterday one man in particular sent me an email and attached was one of my photos with cum all over it. He explained that he loved to print out my pictures and masturbate all over them and he hoped it would not offend me. I have to be honest, it turned me on.
Most of my adult life I have enjoyed being looked at which explains my days as a dancer. Even before sex or during, I love it when a man looks at my pussy, looks at my entire body as I derive as much pleasure from it as he does. Apart from that, in public I do not think twice about a casual flash, going out without panties, and obviously posting photos of myself in my bikini or without on this website. I am not shy about my body or having a man or woman look at me and derive sexual pleasure. But masturbating on my photo is new for me and I have to say it turns me on.
Needless to say I derive sexual gratification in many ways and indirectly just the thought of having you look at me conjures up the anticipation of an orgasm.
Thats my little confession tonight.
I'm easy...sue me!
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The Deeper Part Of Me
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Pubblicato:27 Gennaio 2009 2:20 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:11 Febbraio 2009 4:49 am 17405 visite
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I was watching TV the other night and what pulled me in was an interview with Barack Obama and his wife about how they met. I listened to the interview and was taken back when Barack Obama told the interviewer that he took the now first lady to a museum to show her he had culture.
This got me wondering...yes it happens on occasion....my blog does not show that I am educated or cultured other than the fact I can appreciate the value of a quick roll in the hay. But what I am speaking about here are the finer things in life such as fine wine, smelly cheese, foreign languages and the arts.
Therefore todays post will demonstrate that I am able to recognize and enjoy all of these and I am more than a heart shaped ass and big boobies that taste like and a plate of strawberry shortcake ice cream. (How is that for art??)
And therefore we commence with the culture part of my blog. For your presentation...a little poetry.
I Wish I Was A Donut
I wish I was a donut
And get eaten every day
To stick on someone's fingers
In a most delightful way
I wish I was a donut
Sugar coated just for fun
Full and round for easy grip
And a hole to put your tongue
I wish I was a donut
Long and filled with custard cream
Delicious on the taste buds
A succulent silken dream
author unknown
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Naked With Another Woman
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Pubblicato:25 Gennaio 2009 6:54 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:20 Febbraio 2009 8:21 am 17101 visite
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I haven't been feeling my bubbly self the last week. I think I may be coming down with something. So in hopes of feeling better early this morning I decided to go to the gym just to sit in the steam room.
She couldn't take her eyes off my breasts. She kept staring at me in hopes that the steam filled room would protect her from being noticed. I think she looked away fearing it did not...I know because I have done it myself many times.
I closed my eyes and stuck out my chest so she could feast on my delights. My nipples, even in the heat were hard and erect and inviting. After awhile I opened my eyes and smiled, her dark eyes were exactly where I'd thought they'd be...ravishing my naked body.
She removed her pink top and sat next to me. I looked at her small breasts that were just a mere mouthful but perky. She was an attractive older woman, nice and tone with a pretty face.
We started talking, first about the intense heat because the steamroom was hotter than usual. Then about her lousy no good husband who won’t help her with their three kids. She was losing her mind.
We started talking about what we did for a living and luckily enough she made an appointment with me. She hands me a small lotion bottle. “Do you mind?” she asked turning her back to me. I didn’t mind at all.
I massaged a small portion of the lotion onto her back, the nape of her neck, her thin shoulders, down her slender back, down, I touched her bikini bottom and brushed lightly against her tone thigh.
I was thinking the entire time that of all the things I thought I’d be doing today and getting hit on and feeling up a naked, unhappy married woman in the steam room wasn’t one of them.
But I have to be honest...I love men but I wanted to know what it was like to lick her pussy and to have her lick mine.
Maybe another day...
bella
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Rules To Fuck Me By
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Pubblicato:24 Gennaio 2009 12:06 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:24 Febbraio 2009 7:21 am 17721 visite
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Today is another cold day. The weather people say -37 degrees or so. I haven't been outside but I did open the door to let my puppies out and it feels like a deep freeze.
I had decided to just stay home today nice and warm, do some laundry and some cooking....I can be domesticated also you know. I have to admit I was getting a little lonely until my friend Nick called. He was just hanging out and wanted to know if I would put some espresso on for him if he came by. Being the good friend I invited him over.
Nick and I have been friends for about 2 years. He is a very good looking man in my eyes, dark hair and dark eyes, sexy lips and a laugh that makes me melt. We have had sex one time and it stopped at once because of me. I knew he wanted more than I could give him and didn't want to hurt him even though the sex was great.
So Nick came over for an espresso. He looked quite casual in a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt. But my panties melted upon seeing him. We have this attration and in some way or another conversation moved to sex without strings. He started talking "what if?" It began to remind me of the conversation between Jerry and Elaine of Seinfeld. If sex doesn't affect friendship why not?
A while back I posted a blog about this very issue. Needless to say Nick and I both agreed to the document and had a very pleasant hour....Below are the rules...Sign your names on the dotted line and sign your cocks away to me!
This pre-booty call agreement (hereinafter referred to as the "Agreement") is entered into on the _____day of __________, 2009, by_______________________, between ____________and______________.
THIS AGREEMENT SHALL COVER THE FOLLOWING RULES AND PRINCIPLES:
1. No sleeping over - unless it is very good and we need to repeat it in the morning.
2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the events of the evening.
3. No calls before 9 PM - we don't have shit to talk about.
4. None of that "lovemaking" shit - only sex allowed.
5. No emotional discussions (i.e. Where are we heading with this? Do you love me?) The answer is no, so don't ask.
6. No plans made in advance - that is why you are called the "backup," unless you are from out-of-town, then it's only a one-time advanced arrangement.
7. All gifts accepted - money is always good.
8. No baby talk - however, dirty talk is encouraged.
9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers - it's really none of your damn business.
10. No calling each other "friends with privileges" we are not friends, just sex buddies.
11. Calling out the wrong name during sex is OK - don't be offended.
12. No extra clothing - I don't want your ass leaving anything behind when you leave.
13. No falling asleep right after sex - it's over, so get your ass up, get dressed and go the
fuck home.
14. Don't be offended if I don't ask if you enjoyed it - I don't care.
15. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.
16. If anyone asks who you are, the standard response will be: "My roommate's girlfriend/boyfriend."
17. Doggie style is the preferred position - the reason is less eye contact the better.
19. No condoms, no fucking. Carry your ass home.
20. Bring your own drink - I am not your liquor store.
21. No phone use, please - don't want anyone calling back looking for your ass.
* EXTRA TIP FOR SUCCESSFUL BOOTY CALLS:
The aforementioned rules may only be altered by the holder of the agreement. If the other party attempts to change or alter any terms of this Agreement, it will automatically
become null and void and you will then be removed from the BOOTY CALL LIST and deleted from phone memory and email list. In other words, you will be BLOCKED from all communications until your silly ass understands the rules.
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Interpreting My Pussy
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Pubblicato:22 Gennaio 2009 2:15 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:25 Gennaio 2009 6:30 pm 16541 visite
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So I woke this morning in complete and utter chaos. No, the bed wasn't on fire or anything like that but rather my pussycat!
I used to have this damn red book called "Dream Interpretation" and I swear to you once get one of those books not only you, but neighbors and friends will be calling you to interpret their dreams. It was cool and yet it was the devil in disguise. I would dream then wake up in the middle of the night and have to find the meanings, and then I couldn't get back to sleep. Or I would wake up middle of the night and be too tired to get the book, go back to sleep and in the morning not remember a thing. The book suggested in this case to write your dream down through the night and interpret in the morning. Sounds good no? Well, did you ever try reading your handwriting when you write something half asleep?
One night at a very early hour I awoke and threw my treasured book away. It was mornings like this morning I wish I had it.
So to continue my first paragraph, this morning I awoke in chaos. I had an erotic dream last night! I was dreaming that I was sitting naked on a bench that looked like something you would find in a sauna and I was stroking my pussy. A good looking man was sitting in front of me watching, asking if I wanted him to lick me. I think someone else was in the room with us but I am not sure. I know that we moved into a dining room with the great room overlooking it. The dining room table was of a dark wood and sat 6 people. The great room had an off white leather couch with glass tables. The window coverings were a white sheer and there was a lot of light coming in. I sat on his dining room table and he slipped his tongue inside of me as I wrapped my legs around his head.
Ok, sounds great no? Well, I awoke this morning so aroused, so wet and basically out of breath. I needed to masturbate but I think my body was still asleep because I couldn't move my hand between my legs. Well I found the energy and came as soon as my fingers slipped down between my legs to find my wetness and ran up to trigger my magic button. I felt so good.
But what does this dream mean? Do I need to masterbate more? Do I know the man and maybe not pay enough attention to him to recognize him? Is this dream a warning of things to come or a vision of the past?
Do you recognize the dining room table and the couch in the great room? Do you know something I don't? Did we have sex last night? I need my book!
If you recognize yourself in this dream identify yourself as I could go for a little more of what I had last night!
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Sucks Beyond Belief
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Pubblicato:21 Gennaio 2009 3:11 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:25 Gennaio 2009 2:08 pm 15894 visite
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Ok, Bella is going to rant a bit today, not that it will change anything but my frustration level has reached a point that I have to bitch a bit.
This sight sucks! This sight has always sucked but it is beyond belief lately. I like to read blogs and not just the top blogs. Nothing against the most popular blogs, I mean I was on the front page for the longest time myself but I find it cool to read more obscure blogs, the missed blogs so to say.
So last night I am trying to access the most recent posts and what comes up? The most popular blogs. Then I look newly created blogs and what comes up? The most popular blogs. What gives? Am I missing something? Is it my destiny only to read the most popular blogs based on unique responses whatever the hell that means, or only the ones on my favorite list which will never grow because I can't easily access less popular blogs? And yet, thank goodness for my favorites! These days the only opportunity I have to discover different writing is if someone I don't know leaves a comment in my blog.
Ok, rant over....if anyone has any tips on blog access let me know. I'd really like to discover others.
bella
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Sex In My Kitchen
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Pubblicato:19 Gennaio 2009 7:54 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:22 Gennaio 2009 1:03 pm 16074 visite
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I love to cook. I learned from my mother who used to do it to relax. In the past year I have become even better at it and have a new appreciation for the organizational part of cooking. I love to use fresh ingredients, basil and garlic, tomatoes and even homemade pasta on occasion. But what I am not prepared for is the idea of cooking using a recipe book I received this evening by a very good friend of mine.
My new prized possession is call “Natural Harvest - A Collection of Semen Based Recipes.” Now I know that it has been blogged many times, whether to swallow or not to swallow and I am not shy to say that I prefer to swallow as my lipstick gets fucked up enough just giving head. But…..and this is a big BUT! Would I ingest a little jism mixed into my ravioli? Would I like to taste some spunk in my lasagne or mix it in with the mozzarella on my pizza? Well it seems as though someone does.
Now let me tip you off to the liner of the book:
Semen is not only nutritious, but it also has a wonderful texture and amazing cooking properties. Like fine wine and cheeses, the taste of semen is complex and dynamic. Semen is inexpensive to produce and is commonly available in many, if not most, homes and restaurants. Despite all of these positive qualities, semen remains neglected as a food. This book hopes to change that. Once you overcome any initial hesitation, you will be surprised to learn how wonderful semen is in the kitchen. Semen is an exciting ingredient that can give every dish you make an interesting twist. If you are a passionate cook and are not afraid to experiment with new ingredients - you will love this cook book!
It is about 160 pages and now I can make main courses and even desserts…..yummy!!
So how about coming over tomorrow night for dinner? Ohh, by the way…I need your spunk, we’ll discuss what I will cook and tell you how much I need. Blaaa!!
I’ll let you in on a little secret. I have a slight gag reflex. Not when a man comes but rather with roasted chicken and egg whites. If I start adding semen in my meals what happens during oral sex? Wouldn’t my man love that…he comes and I choke, eyes water and maybe even die from a loss of respiration.
Needless to say my book is on the kitchen counter. My friend got a friendly punch from me but you know how it is….I have been going to the gym regularly and I miss measured my own strength so he wont be coming over for dinner anytime soon no matter how quickly he can bottle that stuff.
Now this is just my opinion…question is… would you still come over for dinner if I invited you and would you provide me your spunk?
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