Hullo, Chief! Any quiche left or did that greedy cow take it all?
Anyone care to help me re-oil the ladies and stuff their pillows?
VB
TANSTAAFL!
::raising hand and eyebrows:: I’ll help “stuff their pillows”.
Hell is Other People.
< FWAP! and Byz gets nailed right between the eyes! >
Man, look at her reel! Guess I should have washed that sock, huh? < Big shit-eating grin >
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Vestal Blue –
How dare you mix me up with Chef Troy, you impertinent bastard!!
BTW, you nephytes have gotta learn how to treat the women on this board…
::Patting GBS on the butt and getting a friendly crotch-grab in return::
::continuing to sell his wares Chef Troy shouts, “Albatross! Get yer albatross!”::
While the women are thumping each other with huge body pillows, Flypsyde sneaks into the arena unnoticed. His arms are full of throw pillows…
"Fear me, ladies, for I am…
the Pillow Ninja!"
A flurry of fluffed discs and plumped wafers follows, assailing the other combatants, seemingly from all directions at once.
He weathered a firestorm of agony and did not break.
And while Yori raged against his unbending
courage, we took Kyuden Hiruma back.
His loss is great, but so is the gift his suffering brought.
-Yakamo’s Funeral
[wandering back in…whiny voice]
Guuuuuyyyyyys…you guys were pullin’ my leg.
There ain’t no tractor pull going on out there at ALL.
Athena growls “Oooooh Vestal Blue, yer gonna get it, calling me a cow! Prepare to be pummelled!”
Athena launches a major attack on VB. Feathers fly, oiled bodies gleam, and all the video cameras mysteriously crack.
ACKKKKKK!!!“Byz rocks”.help…<pulls her hair>"down girl!"ha ha ha ha
VB (mouth full of quiche) “Thorry, thchief! I found the thtuff anyway!”
OOOHHHH! Athena, hurt me! Hurt me! I like my wenches agressive and slippery! (as VB flings her off with a flying mare, right into the unsuspecting BZ)
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Ike, No tractor pull, but if you’re into Ag events: from the look of some of these ladies, there’s about to be a cattle auction!
:runs from room for dear life:
Hell is Other People.
“Wench!?! You DARE call the Goddess of Wisdom a wench!” Athena recovers from being thrown on top of Byz, and give her a hand up. “Whadaya say, Byz, should we join forces and show these men just who are in charge of this thread?”
heh heh heh (in best Bevis and Butthead laugh style) There are 69 posts on this topic.
Get nekkid wimmins and the magical number 69.
Continue ladies.
Jeffery
Dangit, Athena beat me to posting the 70th topic. There really were 69 when I started my post.
Honest.
Give 'em heck Athena.
Jeffery
Okay, well, I’ll just put this book on this table over here, Athena. Thanks for loaning it to me…
AIIEEEE!!!
(A greasy, feather covered hand grabs Girl Next Door by the ankle, rips her clothes off, and yanks her into the fray.)
Leslie Irish Evans
http://leslie.scrappy.net
I’d just like to take this opportunity to mention that some of you ladies are scoring major points for the next “most popular poster” thread.
Carry on.
Jesus saves… Gretzky grabs the rebound… He Scores!
As long as we’re expressing our closet exhibitionist tendencies…
*** Cyan lifts herself from the mass of writhing females. Warm beads of sweat flow down her glistening body. She pushes a strand of her blond locks away from her eyes. Turning, she takes several steps away from the mound of pummeling bodies. Suddenly she stops, turns and races back, arms and breasts akimbo. She leaps onto the pile. Faces look up at her in horror. A collective gasp rises from the attentive crowd… ***
CANNONBALL!!!
GND, there is a major difference between grease and oil! Now that i’ve ripped your clothes off, come on over to my corner and I’ll lube you up before tossing you back into the fray!
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Cyan! Oh my Gawd! Breasts akimbo! I haven’t seen that since Bombay! C’mere honey girl, what other talents do you have?
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Oh my, you must show me that trick. I’ve never had my breasts akimbo. I’m sure one of these nice men would be happy to help, but I’m a one-man gal, so maybe one of you ladies would be so kind…
Rats. I thought this Butter Flavored Crisco I’d used was sure to go over big.
(Toweling off)
Okay, Vestal. Show me the real deal.