tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post7580470888455722802..comments2024-03-16T03:53:39.493-07:00Comments on Twist in the Tail: Stale, Mate?Jhoomur aka JBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11863377244719408313noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-65489843761195046782009-04-02T20:44:00.000-07:002009-04-02T20:44:00.000-07:00how come you are able to think how the man is thin...how come you are able to think how the man is thinking? most of the women would be exactly following the girl's train of thought. <br><br>ps: btw i don't think the man will be smart enough to realize that she's crying because he told her fantasy.all he will be thinking will be like "Fuck, what did i say/do this time? Is all this just worth it? God make her stop, please just stop. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sheesh. Fuck."<br><br>will comment what the picture tells me later :Dflygye12http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862548730990837712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-66979915711430445682009-04-02T20:54:00.000-07:002009-04-02T20:54:00.000-07:00She:Why everything has to be white ALWAYS?Why cant...She:Why everything has to be white ALWAYS?Why cant he like pink bed sheets and towels?<br><br>lol. will think MORE later.Sreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09477030581749662681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-38213105037770296742009-04-02T21:21:00.000-07:002009-04-02T21:21:00.000-07:00Nice!Nice!TWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502043560621556580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-53116700749298148152009-04-02T22:01:00.000-07:002009-04-02T22:01:00.000-07:00hahah. i must think of something..hahah. i must think of something..Mystiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03822962164638092431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-33167644608735527132009-04-02T22:10:00.000-07:002009-04-02T22:10:00.000-07:00wow...once again wow...i am addicted...well great ...wow...once again wow...i am addicted...well great to see both the view points and that we should communicate more instead of just assuming wat the other is thinking....we sudnt make the mistake of thinkin for our partner....thanksbumbleBEEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13024315589910136274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-73025702429624013372009-04-02T22:22:00.000-07:002009-04-02T22:22:00.000-07:00Now for wat the picture tells me...well here goes....Now for wat the picture tells me...well here goes...(not as good as u but...)<br>She : wow i hope he's good for the money i'm giving him.....all my friends swore he was great<br>He : now, which routine sud i start wid....the toes...and then go up or...the ears, neck n then go lower....<br>She : I hope he's carrying rubber<br>He : choices, choices<br>She : wow that dress on TV looks good...gotta pick it up at macys the next time round<br>He : hmmmm havent done the toes in a while i think i sud take it from there...lets see if i still have it in me...<br>She : Nice dress...did i turn off the gas before coming....aaarrgghhh now now am here for a good time...hope he's worth the money...really nice dressbumbleBEEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13024315589910136274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-73146000130677034492009-04-02T23:53:00.000-07:002009-04-02T23:53:00.000-07:00Reminds me of those 'picture essays' we ha...Reminds me of those 'picture essays' we had in second language Tamil in school!Perakathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15108830079471227958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-28776450011052822352009-04-02T23:54:00.000-07:002009-04-02T23:54:00.000-07:00This is not a comment.This is not a comment.Perakathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15108830079471227958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-31216237259762586952009-04-05T14:15:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:15:00.000-07:00He married me for my breasts.I was happy about it....He married me for my breasts.I was happy about it.I was proud.<br>I let him have fun with it.I was in love with what he did to me.<br>Every day he would send one of his friends to admire my breasts.Some<br>loved my legs too.I loved the attention.I loved the touch.I loved what his friends did to me.Then one day came this man.He said he loved me.I asked him which part of me<br>he loved the best.My breast or my legs.He came closer and whispered in my ears"your heart,<br>sweetie".I told him to get out and got out of the bed.<br>I dont have a heart.<br>I have breasts.Sreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09477030581749662681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351069863973132986.post-15181281248596190832009-04-05T14:57:00.000-07:002009-04-05T14:57:00.000-07:00@ Sree: APPLAUD.Very, very nice. :) And true. i do...@ Sree: APPLAUD.<br>Very, very nice. :) And true. i dont have a heart, i have breasts.JBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06940726266857576700noreply@blogger.com