| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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victory. |
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did you give her a name yet? |
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is your erection aching, your balls swollen and blue? you might go fuck yourself. |
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yesterday afternoon i lay in bed playing guitar - an old ibanez strat copy with the high e string missing. the kitten jumped on my chest and watched my fingers. she's 7 weeks old and really small. the guitar wasn't plugged in, but you could hear it. she jumped up onto the neck of the guitar between the 5th and 7th fret and muffled the strings. i started playing around the 12th fret. while i played she crawled up the neck to the headstock and perched there for there while i played a little more, then toppled off. |
The other one is more of a dependent. Loud mouthed as well and very possessive of me. Both are potty trained and notify us if their poopybox needs lookin after. |
Headstock. |
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actually, and this will only interest patrick (maybe), that roommate was charlie hutchinson's sister. |
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"Horsetail Plug Equal parts buttplug, costume, and sensation toy, this toy adds new meaning to the term "horsing around." Feel the light sting of the real horsetail when used as a whip, or turn yourself into a pony by inserting the plug." http://babeland.com |
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Stevie. |
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Were my guardians, Precarious and Tenuous, Two Romans. My Father was Hazardous, Hazardous Dear old man, Three Romans. There was my brother Spurious, Spurious Posthumous, Spurious was Spurious, Was four Romans. My father was Perfidious, He was Perfidious Five Romans. Was Surreptitious, He was six Romans. Our cat Tedious Still lives, Count not Tedious Yet. My name is Finis, Finis, Finis, Six, five, four, three, two, One Roman, Finis -- Stevie Smith |
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Mistress Lalique click "dog and pony training". |
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what go-getters they are! |
are TRYING to get someone arrested? |
i dunno patrick. most people know better than to follow my links. |
yes i SHOULD know better. |
i didn't know that. fuck. that blows my business plan out of the water. |
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oh yes! it's perfect, don't you think? |
laws should be intuitive. |
take that fine woman in the video, head to your town square and take a stand. "women and men have the right to fuck and be fucked by animals dammit!!!!" but what about the animals' rights!!!!!! |
large, wirey and ugly |
and it's almost bed time and i'm afraid to sleep. neeeeeeeeeeeeeiiigh |
i'm naming the kitten "mattie". |
wait. you mean they really do that in places other then nate tricks me into clicking? i thought that was only on the net.. ehh. i'll never ride a horse again. |
here stables have a dance floor and cover charge. |
----MR. ED---- |
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stop that! you're scaring me! |
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these days i only feed her dry cat food. she was too finicky about wet food and let most of it go to waste. the problem with dry food is that, if you buy it in a 3.5 pound bag for one cat, the smell starts fade. the smell of the food is important to a cat. this morning i opened a new bag of cat food and carefully portioned it out into sandwich bags. each bag held 2 and 1/2 cups food. i filled five bags. i put the last few cups into a small folger's coffee can (plastic with the easy grip). i think i'm pussy whipped. |
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I also had really bad breath earlier, it's no lie. |
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now that it's getting hot, the cat's shedding like crazy. i keep the apartment no cooler than 80, so i'm sure that doesn't help. i get up in the morning and there are tufts of hair all over my carpet, on the back of the couch where she likes to sleep, on fan blades, everywhere. probably in my lungs. not so much now since i've started carrying a comb around while i'm in the house so when she jumps up in my lap i can comb out a few handfuls. requiescat in pace, fluffah. |
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when i got home, both the lighting in my apartment and the subject herself were uncooperative. so i started turning the camera on myself just to see what would happen. i was shocked; it wasn't a pretty sight. even allowing for a little distortion, i have to admit i look frightful. the camera brought out all the ravages: the sag of the left side of my face (were i am slightly paralysed), my middle-aged beetle brows, the bags under my eyes, my pasty skin. it was depressing. so, of course, i took more picture. after a while it became sadly comical. i am like the emmett kelley of the cell phone. but at least i got over it. the cat's usually more affectionate in the mornings, so with any luck i'll be able to snap some pictures. |
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well told story, pepper agatha: email? |
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i don't think i'll ever see those pictures again. not that it's a big loss. |
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I rememebr taking the photography class at 8th grade and I did well in dark room. but some years later, I decided to have a darkroom of my own. |
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i had for 9 years. i just couldn't afford to care for her anymore. i really missed having the presence of another living thing in my apartment. i don't care about cunts. |