Oh well...so much for the whips and chains. I called her and she was most apoplexed. She's gettin' in touch with the two hot chickies who're still on the road to Oz. They called her and said they got waylaid by two kangaroos, seven wallabees, a platypus and nineteen dingos. They said that despite the fact that they got...um...boinked they still managed to save the K-Y. So hang in there dude. And IROKONESS...keep starkers busy sos he won't notice the hot chickies limping up the road with a...um...following. Feel better guy

 um guys what happened to

question with a question 

what am i to do with you guys

so easily sidetracked

Ummmm.......I dunno

It's all starkers fault...

It's all IROKONESS' fault...

It's all Jafo's fault...

It's all Po's fault...

It's all Sydney's fault...

It's all them's fault. I didn't do nuttin'. I are innocent I tell ya...innocent. A little bit...just this much...Oh alright already. It was starkers what done it. Him put us all up to it. Right IROKONESS...starkers putted us up to it

does anyone care?

Uh, isn't it a bit late for that... being the chicky babes stopped to get boinked?

Like saved... or what they managed to squeeze back into the tube??

Now would they be arriving with their kinky menagerie as well?

It's all according to content not context. Not what's inside as opposed to what it's about because fantasizing can lead to the most amazingly controversial innuendo type tomfoolery and yes it can make peoples misbehave because fantasizing presupposes a person's desire to see the world not through the eyes of reality based nonsensical stuff but through the eyes of wannabe daydreamer types that may or not be in the market for who knows what kind of dreamy type stuff that may or may not come to mind in the process of stipulationally aggrandized pleasure nodes that tie into but not out of being comfortably numbed up. Does that answer you query?

     Nope 'cause then I'd have to make like Mel Gibson and dislocate my shoulder then swim up to the top of the ocean while the sharks and giant squids and sperm, don't say it, whales try to eat me all up and then where would I be if not in somebody elses version of Cap'n Nemo goes does Dallas or some such.

     Oh no no no...my inhibited self went south when puberty struck and I learned what girls were for and that......well that's another thread altogether and not one for the squeamish types that inhabit starkerbarker space after the toxins drained all out and settled in some uppity dipples underpants with subcutaneous skidmarks running down his/her legs and into very stiff socks that are screamin' to get off up and out to the nearest laundry mat sos they can get de-morgrified and...and...well you know how it is so after all the firm grippin' gutterstompin' meditative nonsensical tomfoolery yoga twistin' talkin' girlie weenie related...

     ...whew (pause to catch breath) controversial innuendo type magnaminous desires......pretty cool huh......floating off to who knows where where IT can hide and be not seen too too muchly because of the fog that lies just inside his/her event horizon right next door to the naked singularity?

So glad to hear your inhibitions departed when you discovered that singing soprano was no longer a career choice, but do you honsetly think they gonna let you start another (probably XXX-Rated) thread about your exploits as a wannabe gigolo??  And what would you entitle it... this XXX-Rated thread: "The Happy Gigolo" by Uvahviera Hollander???

Just curious here... would this by any chance be advertising, like serving as temptation for all those chicky babes who left squeamish behind in grade 8???  Just wondering, cos that's what I'd do... if I could afford the Viagra, that is.

Actually light blue silk nighty. I know more boring than you thought aye

But it is knee high with 2 little strings always trying to slip off my shoulder...

I'm just an innocent bystander lookin' to make sense of the world. That it doesn't make any isn't my fault. I didn't tell the hot chickie babes to do what they done. It's all on them. Besides...they got canceled due to lack of interest because the dingos said they were too skinny. The kangaroos said they couldn't jump. The wallabes said they smelled funny and the platypus could figure 'em out citing too many bumps in the wrong places. Each of them sent me an e-mail complaining about the lack of silky translucent gauze-like 12 inches above the knee type fur they're used to seeing without the straps. I told them to stop smokin' that funny stuff. But do you think they'd listen?

No but sometimes you get lucky and someone does then you get all flustered and stuff and before ya know it...BAM!   some herky jerk slaps ya upside the head with the proverbial two-by-four and then what ya gonna do

It's don't smoke...don't inhale. Back in the day there was Columbian red and gold, Hawiian blonde and other good flavors. Those hot chickies'd give ya tumble to write home about not to mention put your brain in nevernever land someplace. The point being that if you didn't who cared if you did who cared anyway. That and a good cup of Maxwell House Bold and you're good to go. Where did all those good 'ole days go?? Hmph!