Posted by karen_kay on May 20, 2007, at 21:19:17
In reply to you knew what you wanted! *so many trigger* » LlurpsieNoodle, posted by karen_kay on May 20, 2007, at 10:47:45
ok, since i'm the worst gossip in the WHOLE world, ever, i'm going to spill the beans.....
(everyone listening? i'm serious here! i'm telling everything. i know who's sleeping with mister bob. i know who the hacker is. i know kk's cup size. oh wait, we discussed that and determined i, in fact do not know kk's cup size. oopsie, i'm wrong there, but i must admit li was pleasantly surprised with kk's cup size (and yes, that does rhyme too!).
now, where was i? and did i spell surprized correctly the first time or this time? feel free to answer, please.
now, i'm starting in alphabetical order, just to show no preferential treatment:
kk: gosh kk, i had to lie. you are my very favorite indeed. you somehow managed to go from 'small town girl' to 'mrs. mapquest' in no time. of course, you don't know how to answer a cell phone, nor do you know how to turn one off, you managed to somehow intice a lizard into groping you! quite the vixen you became in no time. how proud kk is of you, kk. you showed those feet, kept your pants on, let them hear you tinkle (while trying your best not to), told a woman not to get married (then gave her the go ahead when she said ti was her second time, because 'you only get married twice!'), and managed not to get pulled over or lost! kk, kk's so proud and delighted! while you may be a bit sad (yes, you missed you duck i'm sure (even though you ate duck? is that twisted?). yes, you missed mr kk, i'm certain. sure, you always get sad when you think about meeting such beautiful people, who do such wonderful things. and sure, you get sad when confronted with certain social issues you're not used to miss naive, thinks everyone has a home. but, enough about such sad things mrs kk, on to those other beautiful woman.
and in no particular order now, other than alphabetical: (and oh lord, don't let me get my alphabet wrong...) see, now i'm even making a list on the side, so i don't get it wrong. i'm siezed with such horrible guilt, you know. even preempted guilt. go figure....
happyflower: so, you get to go first. well, aren't you lucky, eh? you were the lucky observer last night. you got to see the humpin. though you claim you didn't want to, but you know you did. why didn't you join in? you know you had some balls (i saw you with them just hours prior dear), and three is always better than two. i enjoyed this morning. you know, you have the ability to eat without making a sound. this is a quality i find very enjoyable and very necessary in a mate. and you can really drink coffee. in fact, you drank more than me. never have i ever thought i would see the day, when someone would out-drink me in coffee. go figure. not only did i enjoy getting to know you this morning, i also enjoyed you getting to know my butt this morning (and boy oh boy, did it ever look fantastic in those pants! verticle stripes, i say YES!). i wish i would have gotten to know more about you though. not only for future blackmail material (oh, i'm only kidding, remember, don't ever take me seriously sweetie!), but just so i can know you better dear. i think we really have alot in common, and i did enjoy hearing what i did. don't worry, your secret tail and seventh nipple is safe with me. oopsie, did i just say that out loud :) (oh shoot, that hoorible memory of mine, i'm getting you confused with laurie's story of her seventh nipple and secret tail... oopsie, did i say that out loud too? oh dear, i can't keep secrets for crap.) it was lovely meeting you. and it was nice hearing about my muscles. i do drink old lady drinks, you know?!
jammer: while i laid my head upon your breast, i know you were thinking 'how could i ever had thought of not stalking you?'. you were, i know it. lookit woman, never have i ever seen such beautiful eyes. (of course, i could say you have close competition, with my own, but i won't dare, because it's simply not true.) that accent of yours is something else i wouldn't mind picking up (if you know what i mean. i've heard that antibiotics won't cure everything, but i'm used to that itchy feeling and you can get used to it too my dear. lord knows soon enough mr noodle's going to get used to it. sorry you missed that part dollface, but early to bed means missing all the fun.) that gentle voice and demeanor of yuors is somethign i will never forget. those breastestes are somethign i will always admire. thank you so much for the chance to not only touch them, but also the touching you did.laurie: i don't even know where to begin. you are just the hussy i always figured you to be. those shoes, torn and tattered, from walking the streets all day. shouldn't you be at home or working a regular job, rather than turning tricks? shameless..... get thee to the nunnery!
seriously though, (god, can i be serious for just a minute, or would this go on for an hour?) i was thinking about you on my 17,000 hour drive home. i thought about you for 16,999 minutes of it. the other minute, i thought about prince. i thought that maybe, perhaps he would marry me. what do you think? see, i didn't think i could be serious for even a minute. it's about fing time, isn't it? how in the world, could a lady propose to the most wonderful lady in the world, if not in person? hmmmmmm? and you, with just the kind of car i would want (you must have known that. you just must have), how could i not?
and with us, just living 17,000 hours apart, what took us so long? knowing that i am, indeed, a chick magnet and a legend, not to mention, so very fond of such great beauty, charm, wisdom (such winsdom laurie), lovely feet, those shoes, that hair....wowsa, do i even need to go on? (yes, i think i do... mother, may i, for i must purge these thoughts.....) that busom (wowsa zen, if only you knew, and i couldn't even bring myself to grab them, i must confess....i'm hanging my head in disappointment, but for crying out loud her mom was a NUN! i'd be doomed for life and i do have some respect, even with several shots of tequilla and a little piece of candy that i promised i wouldn't touch while away!) this could go on forever my dear, but it shouldn't. i can't be going on and on about how very lovely (and sweet) laurie is. everyone already knows that much. it's very apparent in her posts (except the ones to me. go figure. and i've never been anything but sweet and nice to her.)
noodle, noodle, noodle: you, you YOU!!! you got the humpin. you got the pillow. mr noodle gets the vd. aren't you lucky? (hey, that might even rhyme?) you got a banana (i had nothing to do with that one, swear!). i'm honored. to be invited. that you didn't throw me out the second i arrived and started drinking, (what was the word you used?) using your good name for evil purposes. i'm honored you put up with my honesty, dishonesty (ha ha, you'll never know, will you? see, i'm never serious dear :) my stinky and ugly feet (and thnak you for saying they aren't, even though i don't believe you for a second. and thank you for the powder as well). thank you for allowing me to harass your cat, and politely telling me not to. (don't worry dear, the scratches will heal. and the ones from the cat will be fine too. you do need to clip your toe nails though. good grief girl, seriously! if we're to play footsie again, you must clip those suckers.) we have yet to compare boobs, and i look forward to the opportunity. i'm holding you to that. this time, i'm being completely serious. and i don't need tequilla to show those suckers. remember, i kept trying to show them, but everyone kept saying, 'no, no, don't do it!' this was everything a sleepover should be, without the strippers. perhaps next time we should invite mister bob?
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