psssst… struuter! Hey struuter! You hold Bratty down, I’ll get the oil. Yeah, like that, on his stomach. C’mon boy, you’ll like this. I’m sure ya will.
Now, who was that who started the thread on glass dildos?
Brat-
I pass?! It’s sorta bitter sweet, I gotta tell you. I’m thrilled the Python worked…but I was kinda hoping for the standard “C’mon, just gimmee a little peek” treatment. Now I have no good reason to disrobe…
Can I at least use some of the baby oil or lotion? My elbows are dry. <heaves a heavy sigh>
*bit-
EXAM! Yes, that was the word! I just couldn’t get my mouth around it. (ugh. did I really say that?)
struuter
Since Brat seems to have some issues right now I will concede to putting down the camcorder.
However, the pants are going back on because there isn’t a person on this board that is going to do any examining of me. Yeah, just try to start with me. I’ll bust out the whoopin’ stick.
(Eyes Mully, shocked) Ummm…wow. That’s some stick. I’ll never be able to think of you the same way again.
Brat–
Face the peril? Okay…but you have to answer three questions first.
What is your name?
What is your quest?
What is the average air-speed velocity of a swallow?
struuter
<- comes back into the exam room, pulling a mechanical bull.
Hey guys, come on, help me out here. The jumper cables are out in the car along with the batteries and the sheep.
Now, ladies, if you’ll form a single file line in front of me and this bull… yes, that’s right, right here. Those of you who still have pants on, line up on the other side of the bull and I’ll help you out of them.
Brat–
You are the MAN! Mmmhhmmm. <begins unzipping red leather catsuit.>
dook–
I’m from the Midwest. We don’t do the machine out here. Besides, with all the baby oil oozing around here, you’ll be lucky to get anyone to even stay in the seat…or was that the idea? Naughty. I like.
I am too and yes we do. So there. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, just because there are times where it is infeasible to get to the real thing. Like when you’re completely sloshed and can’t drive out of the parking lot, let alone the city limits
You know, if we could strap them down to the seat so they won’t fall off… man, just think of all that jiggling…