Don’t worry, I’m on it.
[sub]They don’t call me “evil” for nothing![/sub]
You have obviously never engaged in hot monkey sex with Euty.
True, but then, he’s never had hot tiger sex with me.
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*Originally posted by Persephone *
**Mermaid: If I find that picture in one more thread… I’m gonna be forced to put it in my sig. 
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Ok I’ll quit it. I just thought it was so damn funny. The evil heartless bitch Mistress Persephone shares only her name with undoubtedly one of the sweetest, wittiest and most unheartless bi… uhm ladies on the SDMB.
Besides if you take away the hair, make-up, nails, corsets and clothes,shoes and accesories, I’d bet she is nowhere near as interesting as the one and only true Persephone–Goddess of the SDMB
Very true but he has had hot evilbeth sex with me. There is no animal equivalent–it is an entirely different creature all its own. There is no comparison, there is no euphamism and there is no other experience sweeter, hotter, sexier, tastier, kinkier, more exciting, more interesting or mind-blowing.
Now, combine that with hot Scotti sex and hot Persephone sex, each phenomenal in its own right, and the man is like a walking zombie–totally drained of the energy to perform anything but the most basic of tasks (like breathing, for example).
He likes to post threads like this to see which women will respond–it gives him a nice thrill–but he knows how things really are. We allow it to look like Euty has his own little harem going on here but the truth be known, he is a very kept man.
And now that we have been forced to reveal the secret, he must be punished.
::cracking whip::
Oh, Patrick…
Okay, I give. I’m over my head. This is in no way a denial of hot tiger sex, or hot Kalessa sex, which I assure you is fantastic (age and experience do hold some advantages over youth and eagerness), but I can’t come between a man and his wives. Sisterhood, you know. Does Euty have a brother, perhaps? One without wives?
Well, hey, let’s not be too hasty here. She’s fought this far; the least we could do is give her an audition.
::cracking whip again::
Down boy!
Mermaid: ::
:: Why thank you! I will agree with you on the humor of the pic, though. Laughed my a** off the first time I saw it. Well-delivered humor, especially when it’s directed at me (and trust me when I say no one laughs harder at me than me), is most appreciated.
As for Euty, I’m going to defer to Scotti and evilbeth on this one. The more I think about it, the more possessive of him and our little “arrangement” I get. I suppose we could take him out for a little walk from time to time, though. He does seem a bit zonked. :eek:
Oh and Beth, you forgot these.
:::tosses beth velvet-covered handcuffs:::
Euty, let’s be logical for a moment. With three active wives, you don’t have time for a Sugar Momma–I’m surprised you have time for your job or the boards!! No, if I’m going to be a Sugar Momma, it’s gonna be to someone without a wife. Otherwise, I’m really just “The Other Woman” who pays her own way. Really Euty, you needed to think this out more.
“Crouching Tiger…Hidden Monkey” wasn’t this a movie or something?
My, our evilbeth sure does have a way with words! (It’s a gift, I think.)
Scotti
(Speaking in awed and admiring tones)
You’re damn right. God even I want her and I’m not a monkey, a tiger, or even a lesbian [sub]AFIK[/sub]
Ummmmm…
Just in case Euty has more Sugar Mommas than he knows what to do with, I graciously volunteer my services (as it were) to those excess Mommas. I’ve got good qualifications… I’m young, impressionable and really like older women…
One quick suggestion.
Never ever call them older women.
Woops! (Thanks for the tip, Euty…)
Let’s just say that I’ve got a lot to learn and can certainly take a cue from, shall we say, more experienced and world-wise ladies?
Plus, I’m more than willing to walk dogs, rub bunions or whatever tasks said Momma may desire. (Hey, I ain’t proud.)
Damn, this is one of those times I wish I could fast-forward my life to 85. I’d be a rich old babe, with an addled, yet open, mind, and a big house with lots of secret passageways.
I’d be Euty’s Sugar Momma, and it’d be fine with me if he brought alla his wives with him. (A fine Artiste, with such excellent taste.) My gumption would of course get the best of me, and I’d have to hobble down the passageways and have a peek at all that hollerin’ whoop-dee-do. After a mere fifteen minutes of gazing at the tableaux in the Room of Mirrors, I have an “attack”, and die with a smile on my face, knowing that my fortune will be used in the best of ways. LaLaLa!
In what passes for Reality: I count up the nickels & dimes in the change bowl, and it don’t add up to enough to be a distant Sugar Cousin.
Sigh.
You want a zombie sugar momma?
The world has changed in 11 years. Today they are called zombie high fructose corn syrup mommas.
I’m looking for a suger mama and new to all this maybe you can help me out? 