Merrydeath

Well pardon me French.. but Sh*t, I love them tight tights... I think I am in lust.. who ever he may be... Thank you Thank you thank you.

Same here,, oldest kid in college. Youngest is thinking about the AirForce for next year. Some one keeps telling me I am only as old as I feel, an I feel about 30 when he pats me arse.

its only kinky the FIRST time.. Save the horseradish fer someone else, I like mustard, hot and spicy!

More like guidlines.. hadda be said.. and congrats Lucky, I hope all goes well and its the place of sweet dreams..

(tongue in cheek) So, ya saying ya be a Know It All?

I likes the smell of carnal beef and cabbage.

As I've Matured... I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in. I've l earned that one good turn gets most of the blankets. I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jack asses. I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed. I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think. I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm. I've learned that it is not what you wear, it is how you take it off. I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished. I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things. I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back. I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity. I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it. I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities. I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity. I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it. I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity. I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.

*shakes head... * 'an here I missed that! and I see the evil grin on yur face, missy! Do we agree on it, or is it a free show fer the men of a kitten fight? *winks to show, no worries mate!* *doffs cap an wiggles eye brows* ..well I do have a date fer later from a scallywagging Irish man.. "

Good understanding to have.. works wit ships, animals, and some pirates. *offers Penny a drink for her pain-killer, wonders if Everclear would do the job*

Ryann lass, I do sell it at faires under the blanket, but its in another file I am having trouble finding. As long as anyone uses it for personal reasons, I don' mind. Just lay off selling it around me area! I needs the coinage for me garb lust.

Mad Mab, anytime a drink is offered, tis rude to turn it down...Thankee. Lucky Penny, glad ta see ya up and taking fluids. Heard about your bout wit tha ship, an I wanted ta offer me hand to anyone who ken take on a Land Shark and win! Next drink is on me tab, matey.

drinks--8367 cost --$53,555 Homor Simpson bathtubs-- 6.43 Ferraris-- .33 Oh well, I am that much closer to buying a Ferrari than a new liver..

What a man!!! Anyone who can belch Happy Berpday gets aspot o' rum too.

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, be the man in the look-out Dead Fred??!!!! Its me hunny, come back from a long day at work! (Your pics and float be marvelous, and glad we could all wish your day perfect!)

She is ta Shakespeare o' the ships..and plants a mean kiss on tem pirates too! "I read somewhere that 77 per cent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I`m more intrigued by the 23 per cent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves." -Jerry Garcia (Grateful Dead)

A true pirate's heart matey... (doffs hat at the loyal Viperpirate) an untrue one?? under the breast bone and upwards at an angle with lots of force.

Lucky guess an a word spoken about dresses on manly pirates.. As for the BJ... lucky guess an a word spoken bout lubes..

Rumba lass, that be the same thing I make, only around here we call it Lust Dust. Urban Decay makes it too, but its too dear for me, so I learned to make me own. and aye, your mouth does water from it..anywhere.. even a bagpipe..

RUM???? anytime, mate. Cept on days that end with z.. *holds out tankard with a puppy face on her.*

Agreed Enchantress, nothin like a good head o steam an someone who needs a good lickin'. I likes me gin, and mead, and DRambuie, and Capn Morgans, and Jose' and Schnapps. Lager, ale, Black and tans, Guinness, Amber Bock and even a Leinenkeugel on them hot days. BUT never a Bug Lite. Would rather drink cat wet. (personal reasons, mateys, an I mean no dissing.) Now, what do I want fer the next day?

.....Is that an invite my lady?.....plllleeeaase???? How about strawberry smoothie edible body lotion? My cabin or yours?? and leave the axle grease on your boat... You won't need it. As a ren wench, I make a great edible body powder, soft, sparkly, and tastes great in cocoa, vanilla, and for the season.. apple cinnamon. I bribed a fire marshal with it in Chicago at the Midevil Times restaurant, and a hunky romance COVER MODEL....

Southern Wise Men In a small southern town there was a "Nativity Scene" that showed great skill and talent had gone into creating it. One small feature bothered me. The three wise men were wearing firemen's helmets. Totally unable to come up with a reason or explanation, I left. At a "Quik Stop" on the edge of town, I asked the lady behind the counter about the helmets. She exploded into a rage, yelling at me, "You darn Yankees never do read the Bible!" I assured her that I did, but simply couldn't recall anything about firemen in the Bible. She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled through some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a passage. Sticking it in my face she said "See, it says right here, 'The three wise man came from afar.'"

Still feel like a side order of crap, after some gut-rolling MUSK got sprayed in me work area. Perfume please, not a marinade! Then to top it off, the cleaning staff used ammonia for the windows an me lungs are as tight as BJ's arse. Damn stuff.

You forgot to include just plain old 'natural sweat' from two passion-filled lust-crazed bodies. Either that or hot tub water.....

*wipes tears off so she can see her tankard better* Ah Lass!! you are a dear one! Giving us drink and feeding us too... May all your days be filled with play and all your nights be nice and tight. cheers!