Well, this doesn’t rank up with rear-entry sex, but me and a pretty boy were bored with playing Dr. Mario last night and we had some time to kill before the show we were going to.
We were at my place and I there was a tacky deck of Elvis cards on the table and I dealt them for poker. Yeah, boring I know but we didn’t have anything to do, and we were out of Circus Peanuts.
I had nothing to bet so I bet my Dignity. And he saw my Dignity and raised me my Courage. And he beat me with a straight.
I wanted to win my Dignity back, but I was having a hard luck night with the cards. I lost my Imagination, my Pride, my Charisma, and my Sense of Humor. Then I lost my Conscience, but since i had also lost my Cleverness, I didn’t see that this could work to my advantage.
My roommate saw what we were doing and he said that if I lost my Conscience, then I could win back my other attributes by cheating. He reminded me that I didn’t see this since I had lost my Imagination.
I waited until I won a hand in which I won the pretty boy’s Keen Sense of Observation. Then I cheated until my heart’s content and won his Sanity, Memory and Consciousness and he slumped to the floor, unblinking.
T’was great fun. If I had only got my Imagination back sooner, I could have bet my Self-Restraint and then I could tell you guys a story about the rear-entry sex that followed. Alas.
rear entry sex.
It’s a theme that warrants repeating!
Sorry Turpentine. (Well, not really.)
Having been the first poster in your original thread and opening with the “rear entry sex” theme, I just had to “jump” at the opportunity to be the first offer the same advice here, too.
That’s a cute story. It warrants a better reply than my first one, but by 2:00 this afternoon, the boss had already staked his claim to all of My Imagination. The jerk didn’t even have the good grace to pretend to win it in a card game – he just took it.
Now I’ve got no imagination. And I was so hoping that I could come up with a way to cleverly put Turpentine, me, and rear-entry sex into the same scene.
Oh, and with regards to that last sentence, if anyone else is feeling terribly imaginative, I’m the “enterer”, Turp’s the “enteree”. :eek:
Turpentine, just to let you know, Rear-Entry sex or not, you sound like a fun date. He’s a lucky guy.
Aw… Thank you Omni.
I was thinking of you when I specifically refrained from having a 100th post-party.
My wish upon blowing out the candle on my cupcake as I sat all alone with taxidermed rats was to one day gain the favor of someone with many more posts than me. You know, at my 100th post non-party that nobody came to.
I guess it already came true…
If you want, I can spare you some uh… would you like my Common Sense? It clouds my Good Judgement sometimes, and so I don;t need it.
** Southie ** - if you want you can have my Imagination. I think I will be fine without it as long as I have my Creativity.
I also have a Sense of Duty that I don’t really need. Want it?
Omniscient is right. (Of course, with a name like that, who would expect anything else?) You sound like a fun date and a marvelous person.
I just checked your profile :: hangs head in shame for not checking sooner :: and realized how silly my last post really is.
You’re a taxidermist. You’re accustomed to being the “stuffer”, not the “stuffee”. The entire “rear-entry sex” thing takes on whole new meaning! (This women’s lib thing gets more confusing every day!)
:: ducks and runs and runs and runs ::
Uhhh, yeah, anyway, next time, could you skip the details about the poker game and describe the rear entry sex vividly?
Thanks.
ex-nay on the uty-day.
I’d have come to your 100th post non-party but I was too much in awe of you. Now that your pretty boy won all of your assets in a card game, you’re only mortal. But you still seem alright to me. 
hey turp! glad to hear this new boy of your is working out for you.
as for the rear-entry sex, i believe that more of a fifth date thing, and by my last count you’re only up to three or so. ignore those of us who keep insisting that you give in to your temptation (surely you must be tempted?) to perform this act.
but if you did, you’d tell us, right?
oh hey, how are you ** inoci **?
Fifth date, huh? I would certainly tell YOU all about it, but to be blunt, I dunno if me and pretty boy are going to make it fifth date. He is still unconscious, after all. He also has no memory of our prior dates and he is insane.
He will have to win back those attributes before I can date him again.
I guess it couldn’t hurt for me to win my Conscience back, but I have been having such a blast without it.
So where did you say you live? Are the doors locked???