wait, come on back gus!
i merely bent over to grab this
poor timing on my part...
Asterisk free anyway, Joe.
If I was going to write dirty it would look like this...
%4&***## ##***!
See what I'm saying?
You think I'm going to drill you for five bucks, Region?
Think again.
Gus is a high priced chicken plucker.
Now, that sounds dirty but it isn't.
Gus is really a chicken plucker.
Right?
Joe
A pig fell in a mud puddle. Now that's dirty.
My fantasy is taking me a long time to write.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:You think I'm going to drill you for five bucks, Region?
Think again.
We all know Gus would charge at least $10.
kickycan wrote:A pig fell in a mud puddle. Now that's dirty.
I want a fantasy from you PRONTO mister!
Sometimes I wonder if I was smart to introduce my father to A2K.
paulaj wrote:kickycan wrote:A pig fell in a mud puddle. Now that's dirty.
I want a fantasy from you PRONTO mister!
Where the hell is that thread you were going to start? I have a fantasy or two I want to express, but I WANT A NEW THREAD!
This is the one for dirty talk, remember?
And ehbeth, did you ever answer the question? I had a hellacious day today and I'm too tired to go back and check.
Question?
Dja mean did I vote in the poll, or somethin' else?
kickycan wrote: I had a hellacious day today and I'm too tired to go back and check.
Oh, poor baby, let me rub your- oops, maybe that's for the fantasy thread.....
Littlek, what a coincidence that you should mention
rubbing.
ehBeth wrote:Question?
Dja mean did I vote in the poll, or somethin' else?
Yeah, I've been wondering which you chose for hours! Please end the mystery!
I just finished reading your fantasy. So, then what happens?
Sorry, but you'll have to buy my book, "Too Hot For A2K", to find out.
Kicky, you should tell people that that sort of thing is not so fantastic and actually goes on everyday on the trains of New York City. If I had a nickel for every time somebody's breasts were rubbed up against my arm whilst I was being groped, I could buy us a couple of five dollar beers. But that's the kind of thing you put up with here. It's a combination of the lack of men (non-gay), the abundance of women (hot-hot-hot) and the motion, the motion, the motion of the trains.
And it is a nice way to spend a little time with a stranger.
The only time it bothers me is when I'm in the middle of a really good New Yorker Sy Hersh article and I feel my zipper being pulled down. It's really not polite to turn away, but I do, sometimes anys way.
Just like when I'm in the movies, sitting there watching the film in the dark, munching my popcorn and out of the corner of my eye I see a couple of women starting to drift over my way. Sometimes I shake my head no, but sometimes I just sit there and let them have their way with me.
I can't help it if I'm the one who has to try to make life easier to bear in New York City.
Joe
A gay cabbie once made a pass at me. I was forced to tell him that I didn't swing that way, and wouldn't give him a BJ. He froze with embarrassment. I said "Did I say stop? Back to work."
