Talk to Cav, he can write goofy stories like nobody i ever seen. Just tell him you want one of his patented goofy rabbit stories, and to throw in pink wedding dresses and bentleys.
i don't want no stinkin' rabbits!
unless they're in a casserole with carrots and onions and taters.
You ain't got no idea what "rabbit story" means to Cav . . .
it's probably more o that binky stuff.
give me trashy mags to read on the subway - and we need bennifer for that, not bunnies.
Ok I just checked and I feel....nothing, nope not a thing, I don't give a damn. Amazing, I guess I'll live another day.
Thanks for the check up though.
Ceili
She's back on my fantasy while masturbating top 10.
er, thanks for the info BPB
no with somebody else's penis . . . yuk . . .
Just so y'all knows, the Binkle Bunny stories are not my originals, jes something I found on the net, which I truly enjoyed, although I do tell a good rabbit tale when inclined. As for J-Lo and Bennifer, tune in next week for: 'J-Lo, Serial Bride....this time, it's some other schmuck...'
Tribute to Ben.
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye
I never realised the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's (manhood's) still alive
And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone
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Ben, you cut it pretty close.
I'm so devestated.
My life will never be the same.
Maybe I'll just give up and go to the sausage factory.
I'm sorry guys...I forgot this was a serious thread....
BP, how could you?
That's like saying you're going to a wake in order to pick up the new widow....wait, now that's an idea.
Damn, i always thought that was Someone Shaved My Wife Tonight . . . hmmmmm . . .
Or an AA meeting to find vulnerable women......in the music biz we call them wounded ducks...try that one Slap......works like a charm..
What happened? Did Ben run out of money?
Hmm...think I'm gonna open a pub called The Wounded Duck...
Of course if a wounded duck isn't quite pliable enough for you...pump 'em up with one more Long Island Ice Tea and then they're boneless chickens...man, you can put them in any position....and then they're sooooooo easy to kick to the curb.....
