He had an itchy finger. He couldn't wait to play with his weapon. He would do anything to keep his triggerhappy...Despite the dismayed reaction of the crowd, he would never stop shooting his load.
Let's try Kraven again....
"I'm sure Kraven some of that" Susie squealed when Kevin accidentally shifted revealing his goodies. Yes, he'd hidden the Ding Dongs behind his back, hoping she'd leave them alone for awhile.
dingo
He buried his dingo in her; that sweet, sweet Mother Earth!
clap trap
It was all clap trap to her, this notion that just because a person was more generous with sharing her charms than others that that somehow made that person somewhat less upright seemed to her absurd in the extreme.
Why she could testify to the uprightness of all of her lovers, even offer photos if that became necessary!
oblong
Jack finally... managed to get a handle on the beast. He frantically applied the plastic sheath to the pipe, he moaned, as the diaphranous coating burst.
"Jill, I'm gonna need your help," he pleaded, "It's not a one man job!"
"Ok, first things, first." He spun around, lay on his back, winked and indicated to her, he needed the tools of the trade.
"Shut your clap trap!!" he hollered.
"Hey!!!" she protested, "I'm only trying to help"
"Quick, it's gonna blow" He groaned.......
"Ok, already! but which tap do I use to turn it off???" said Jill.
"?@//*%#, THE CLAP TRAP!!!, Hurry up would ya, I'm drowning down here..." Jack said excitedly.
She did as she was told and then said "I not going to say I told you so" she smirked "But you're a *&/#%' musician, not *&/#%' plumber!!! So don't yell at me when you've nearly flooded the house" and she stormed off.
pulverize
Isaac knew Nina was a sure thing, especially after a few cocktails to loosen her up. Driving down the deserted back road to her place, he wasn't too surprised when she leaned over and said in a slurred whisper, "Pulverize.....I need to get off." So pull over he did, thankfully before she hurled in the car.
tamale
She was one hot tamale. All dolled up, hair curled in a timeless fro with her nails painted fire engine red. She walzed through the door, her hot pink sweater painted on, accentuating her every move, and her skirt, cut shamelessly short - she cut a dangerous swath acroos the floor .
He watched her prance around the circle. Her pride, a haughty badge, worn for all to see, displayed in every graceful step. He was sure his princess would win Best in Show this year. His pride, soon to be the envy of every critic who had snubbed, his beloved FiFi, the best damned poodle any man could want.
Hors d'oeuvre
Michel-Baptiste couldn't wait to get his fingers into the hors-d'oeuvre that Aline was offering him. She had rested her cherry tomatoes on top of the dish, and the sight of her pate' de foie gras was driving him wild.
jalapeno
It always made her laugh,
how shaking her maracas
could change in seconds
a jalapeno to a palomino.
Melon balls
Under the tempting pink prosciutto, Janine could see two glistening melon balls, succulent and firm. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into one of them.
focaccia
It was so dark he couldn't tell what he was eating, there was a hint of some kind of flowers and a whiff of vinegar, a taste at the edges of focaccia, yeasty and cheesy and rich. He put his fat tongue flat against it's fleshiness and let it's receptors take in more information. He made a mental note to fix the light in the darkened refrigerator.
stiletto
When Joe tried to slip her the stiletto, she just wouldn't bite. "I'll be damned if I'm gonna traipse around Manhattan all afternoon in spike heels. Bad enough you make me wear the freakin' garter belt!"
forelock
He had to unfasten the forelock before he could begin the foreplay. Gads, these new chasity belts are a bother
One needs a barber for the simplest of things
horehound
"The horehound!" said Debbie as she heard about Fred's latest exploit. His nocturnal couplings with prostitutes in the chilly hayfields had brought on a terrible dose of dyspnoea, and horehound was the only thing that could shift it.
baggage
He dumped the old baggage and got himself a new inhabited tong.......................
penal
"Doc, it still hurts!" complained inmate #4628374. Even six months after surgery, the ache between his legs still remained. Obviously, the penal implant hadn't been done correctly.
five o'clock shadow
"Never darken my doorstep again, you swine!" she had screamed at him, her anger almost too much to bear.
How much she regretted those words now. He had always called to see her on his way home. How she missed that familiar five o'clock shadow, with its promise of forbidden pleasures.
tutti frutti
Eva giggled uncontrollably. It seems Fredericks five o'clock shadow really tickled her!
organism Oops!
tutti frutti
Eva giggled uncontrollably. It seems Fredericks five o'clock shadow really tickled her tutti frutti.......
organism Oops!
