Big hugs and kisses to gum.
::: points out the mistletoe hanging above everyone :::
You can take you clothes off now and jump into the chocolate pool on your own, or you can be thrown in later by Horseflesh.
I didn’t realize you were passed out BigDaiv. If I would have known you needed help, I would have rescued you. Now that your back, your going down.
::: throws BigDaiv into the chocolate pool :::
Sneaking out of costume closet wearing Jar Jar Binks costume. Grabs short blue and orange man who has been subdued by Horseflesh ( Thanks chocolate Santa!) Pulling the SiXSwordS mask off the little bugger revealing a very ugly little man
Caughtcha! Now back into the camera with you Identity thief!
Picks up the minchkin by the left arm and leg. Swings him around three times and hurls him into the camcorder where he vanishes with a puff-of-smoke
Now to get out of this ridiculous rubber suit and get into some Chocolate.
Retail porn… ah, yes… those were the days, yessiree. I could spin a few tales about exposed genitalia, the “lube” man behind the clothing rack (those stains NEVER came out, you jerk-off… oh tee hee, I mean, creep), and the time ol’ John Holmes was stolen right outta his box. 13 inches of massive rubber dong… gone. We played merrily with the toys, showing the shocked and embarrassed customers how each worked… NO, Horseflesh, not THAT way (think public place, silly, and LAWS). I remember when that Sunset Thomas lass showed up for our grand opening and how we had ordered a butt cake (cake in butt form, not cake made of butt) and then my manager violated the cake’s tender _____ with a vibrator. Oh, yes… fun, fun times.
sighs wistfully, daydreaming of her crazy days at the porn shoppe, smiling in her reverie
Drink? Oh, thank you. Manroot? Ummm, there are a few manroots here, Horseflesh, how could I pick just one? wink
reaches deep into the pile of bodies and grabs hold of Jennyrosity, making sure that delicate yummy girl parts don’t get damaged
Ho, HO, you look like you could use a drink! Eggnog, Buttery Nipple, iced yin-yang, or Essence of Horseflesh? I’d recommend something, but modesty forbids. Why don’t you take a breather? Here, sit on my lap. Santa hat is suddenly no long floppy
AAAHHH! Thanks for the help misstee you don’t know how good that feels. I could tell you a few stories of my adventures inside the camera, but you look like you could you a little licking instead. Here I brought you a glass of Champagne.
Great stories SanguineSpider. One of my friends works at a Porn store and she says she sells a lot of Toys but they are always for friends. Wish I had friends like that!
Not that this chocolate isn’t filling, but I have been in an alternate universe for a long time now so you will excuse me while I check out the edibles won’t you.
Proceeds to track chocolate across the living room floor on his way to the kitchen
Anyone care to join me. Snacks are so much more enjoyable in the company of a beautiful woman.
Former Porn Purveyor SanguineSpider I couldn’t have asked for better company. The oven seems to have been enchanted and is taking requests. What would you like?
hoping verbenabeast doesn’t chase me into a tree, to sit there for hours, like those two poor guys who had to sit and watch their mate being eaten…
Shut up, gum. This is a party.
Thankee misstee Never been kissed under a mistletoe before. Under anything else, yes. But no toe. :o)
Abdominal Snowmanlove the handle No need to wipe. I’m used to leaky people. Heh, You’re familiar with Dutch food, huh. Your spelling is excellent. :o)
*pouring advokaat, heineken and some Bols liquor for the stronger stomachs and slicing some Gouda and Edam cheese *
Proost all. *throwing my clothes and cloggies in the direction of Aldebaran. Hoping my clogs will hit his eye - and getting into the chocolate pool * Mmmm. Good.