Joe Nation wrote:Try moving the vibrator to the hand not operating the mouse.
Dag, Kicky, meet your future sex therapist, his name is Joe.
Try to imagine you're someplace else, or try counting only the odd integers, anything to take your mind off of your excitement.....
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Just in case they start fighting over the remote, I'm giving them a second TV.
And a freezer full of TV dinners.
Ooooh, what is that yellow glop in the tv dinner?
ossobuco wrote:Ooooh, what is that yellow glop in the tv dinner?
Could it be a rendition of roasted Duck Ala O'range?
There is a hint of the pasta-look about it...
Why, it's Swanson's Macaroni and Cheese Dinner, of course. You didn't recognize it? Lucky you! I grew up eating that glop.
I always liked the baked apples.
I remember liking tv dinners, and I was a bit disingenuous there, I knew, after a minute, that it was mac and cheese.
I also liked tv tables.
Was a while ago for both of those for me.
But, it all fit with the times. TV was just kicking in really well when I was a child and teen, some classic programs and it was all new, as various people were just getting tvs, and learning how to adjust the rabbit ear antennae.
And women were finding new things to help them out, like frozen peas, and tv dinners...
I don't really mean to mock, but I'd skip that dinner now.
Still like those little tables, sort of.
Back to Kicky and Dag, people. Stop talking about apples and tv's.
I say Dag makes Kicky fetch her beers while watching football. Then throws it on the floor in disgust when it's the wrong kind...only to have Kicky drive his ass back to the liquor store to get what she wants. AND he has to clean the beer off the floor.
wll, slappy knows. he's been there briefly. unbelievable but true.
Slappy was Dag's secret ex-bitch?
Somehow finding myself disturbingly unsurprised ... ;-)
I had to dump her ass...she just wasn't getting the job done, if you know whaddum' sayin.
Slappy
What job was that, keeping the frig stocked ...... Mission Impossible!
No, not that.
I'm not much of a drinker.
Hey, where's kickstand anyway?
Dag must be keeping him busy.
I'm right here. I've been sick as a dog, and my dear Dag has been tending to my every need. Bringing me chicken soup, making sure I drink lots of orange juice, mopping my brow, taking my temperature (I don't know why she insists on using the rectal thermometer, but whatever), going to the store to rent my favorite porn movies...you know, the usual stuff.
