Now look what you did! I just fixed that wall! Go clean yourself up. I think we might have some ice left. We did drink alot of margaritas last night, though.
*checks the freezer*
Nope, Schoen used the last of the ice. How about a bag of frozen broccoli?
Just because you have been stung once is no excuse to wallow in self pity and take it out on other innocent (yah right) scorps. It just makes you look weak. You must learn to understand us. That is the only way to fight back. Not with naughty words and harsh language.
And as for the bag of toys...you'll understand better later in life. Men, can't live with them. Can't kill them. Just cut off the winky and taxidermy it. 😉
That Virgo! So young! So f*cked up! So easy to mold. I haven't had one of those in a while. I need to earn her trust and make another Scorpio obedient robot. The world can't have to many of those!
she needs to get some self-esteem...I would invite her in here but she can't get past the dead skin cell thing...
it will be hard to win her trust- just don't touch her near that tender burn hole where the last scorp stung her- maybe if we take it slow she will convert to nuthood...
he should help us decide what to engrave on ab's dxp tomb stone...
ahh feck it- we will just chuck her body beind the gas station on the side of some abandoned thread in the sag board...nobody will ever find her there!
I hate you. I hate you. I wish you would just die. Ha, it won't be long with you smoking all those cigarrettes. Why can't you just be nice to me? (Watches everyone roll their eyes.)
he is prolly sleeping still- that was a long night - poor lil bread is all tuckered out...he maybe trying to go from stuffing form to loaf form before returning to the threads... @_@
"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
Have been away for a few days & haven't checked in. I am going to the local "book mine" tomorrow & will look for your suggestion. Sounds like something I'd enjoy! For me, besides dialogue, it's all about the characters & how the author describes them. Wil
Freedom... Pure naked freedom. It's the loss of all inhibitions. It's like stipping off all your clothes and running bare bottomed through the desert durring a lightning storm, sand burning the soles of your feet and sweat and rain water running down your
I just thought like saying I finally got my prize for winning third place and second runner up for this stupid literature contest at school... I won ten bucks though. Yay! Ten bucks... Well, I at least had lunch money this way... I really went over board
First you must be able to spell. NOT I have always wanted to, I did write a play once and it was proformed. Its kind of like Steve Wright said I would kill for a nobel peace prize.
I think that I shall never see a beer as lovely as a tree the brew that joe's pub has on tap with golden base and fomey cap The golden brew I drink all day until my memory melts away poems are made by fools like me but only
Here. I'll eat one with you to help build up the trust.
~evil grin~