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I’m furry and rather fetching when I’m on all fours…I’ll be your bitch. 
I can’t figure out which writer you are. Are you maybe one of the models? Can you gimme a clue?
breath coming out in cold mist
What, d’ya want me to vomit or something??
Send me your mailing addy to my mail and I’ll send it out to you. I’ve got several and am doing an interview with her soon. Poster or Pic?
Inky
There are only 4 staff writers and only one has an a-mail linked to her name.
Now I must kill you for you know too much.
Really, it’s my job so…if it offends you, please don’t read. It’s pretty liberal, erotic, and exposing.
Inky
Oh, and th all fours thing - two pets who NEVER leave my side who fill that role. Even when I go in thebathroom, like, “Mom…what’cha doin? Will there be treats involved later?” Uuugh.
YOu gotta respect that uncondonditinal love. Although if you can bring me a diet coke inthe morning, I may consider you for the position. House slave?
You mean I’d have to leave my woman who used me up for 12 years and then, after I was a complete zombie barely escaping death by my own hand, dumps me for a piece of trailer trash with a 10th grade education, 3 screaming kids who are so smart they really don’t need 2 adults around, a thankless job, bitter cold winters and murderous hot dry summers, nose bleeds, and trees that max out at 30 feet tall?
Just so I could live near the Pacific ocean, eat fresh seafod, walk in ancient & deep forests, and wear shorts pretty much all year 'round just so I could fetch diet cokes for some Irish girl who makes a living by keeping her mind on sex all the time?
Oh yeah…you’ve already got a guy. No problemo, a 20 pound box of Truffle Bon Bons & Olive Garden gift certificates are on their way! I think if we can get you up to 140 he’ll just go away.
Did you like it on ice or in the can? The diet oke, you perv!
The man doesn’t mind a house slave. Or others. We’re poly.
Ooops. That’s TMI.
DAMN ME AND MY NO INNER DIALOGUE!!!
We Montoyas do not accept defeat easily.
I just finished the movie. The injuries go:
SFM lobs a dagger across the banquet hall into IM’s belly
SFM pokes IM in left shoulder
SFM pokes IM in right shoulder
: duel with a few 'ello, my name is…" thrown in :
IM pokes SFM in left shoulder
IM pokes SFM in right shoulder
a brief verbal exchange resulting in the SFM getting some facial lacerations and an impromptu gastrotomy (I just made that word up, I think).
BTW, diet Coke is my drink of choice. I think I’m all in love and stuff now. When your teeth work, do you enjoy nachos?
Bumping the thread to say: Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ink a dink a dink for starting this thread and inspiring me to make a dentist appointment. I just got back from the dentist and it turns out I didn’t need a root canal and crown (like my dentist originally thought) but just needed a filling replaced. I’m so glad I didn’t wait for it to get worse! I’m an extremely happy right now, both for my tooth and my wallet.
Anyway, hope all is going well with your dental problems and you’ll have them all healed up soon…
Hey tremorviolet, that’s fantastic news and I am so glad to hear it for you! See, sometimes, early prevention or another’s mention of mishap-cum-misery will make it turn out all right for others. That’s fan-damn-tastic news, petal.
And I am sure your wallet is happy too.
Just to follow-up, I am having my second post-gum-surgery check up today and there is this LUMP thing, probably an abscess, in the center of the roof of my mouth - you know, the place where you can’t see it even if you do strange contortions in your bathroom with a make-up mirror and the sink counter while your dog and cat roll around laughing? If he doesn’t move this thing I will just rip my own eyeballs out.
After a diet coke, of course. And reading the new Anne McCaffrey. Well, son Todd’s new effort. Such a geek, I know.
My whole post-recovery period has been one of such utter un-motivation - I have 5 articles due on Wednesday of next week. Have I started ONE? Well sure. I wrote the title. I’ll do just about anything other than work. Gotta get past this one or Momma Ink (again, figuratively speaking) (it was a corset thing a long time ago) won’t be able to pay for all this misery.
And the weight thing…ugh. 5 to go. For him. 8 for me. (His goal, my goal.) They’re always the worst, the last 5. But he did tell me last night that my figure has been changing and he can see the results and he’s proud of me.
Now, anyone know where I can buy a six-pack? Of Abs…nah…Mountain Dew would be my choice but I am forbidden even the nectar of the gods…
Naaaah…what I reaaaaally want is a Miller Genuine Draft, Ice Cold. [snide voice] too many carbs[/snide voice] I don’t think it is but it goes right to…you guessed it…your gut. All that yeast and all.
Anyway, it’s morning and I haven’t had coffee and am rambling. Wish me luck - my re-excavation of the place where they found the tumor just so they can widen the margins is the 10th (co-incidentally, my relationship’s anniversary…coincidence??? I THINK NOT!)
I’m rambling. And I have to get some work done.
No one wanted Carmen Luvana’s pic, eh? You can’t have Masuimi’s, I’m keeping hers. I’m interviewing Carmen next week. And now Seymore Butts too - whoo hoo. Building a name for myself.
And have to do a FABULOUS (swish) write up of the Fetish Factory’s 10 year anniversary party.
Aaaaaaagh. Someone say something motivational.
Anyway tremorviolet, I am pleased as punch for you. And I am just so happy. Keep Momma Inky happy now and make regular appointments or you too could spend your vacations…and your 401K…in the dental chair!
Affectionately, (and I mean it too)
Inky (But the smiley is all you’re gettin’ cause my mouth isn’t ready for the real smile yet.)