discolé monade

well...today was kind of neat. she was a tiny bit of a woman. i towered over her. (5'8") so you know she was tiny. she had to keep adjusting my tata's, and it was quite painful. however...i;m pretty sure she flicked my nips. both of them. >

oh that's happened to me. it's at that particular moment, your sphincter tightens because, (if you're like me) you don't have a clue what any of your passwords are, and are saved. or, in the middle of bill pay, and now your info is lost somewhere on the webs waiting to get stolen. > totally not funny though.

why tho?

check your boobs chicas. how fun to have your boobs smooshed? i think afterwards i'm going to buy myself something pretty. >

ew.

you think he cares if this plastered all over the boards?

mr disco used both of those before, and feels the same. he couldn't find one he liked, so he was using secret for the longest time he uses suave now. seems pretty happy with it.

that's playa' status right there. > > kidding. i used to keep a travel bag of all kinds of things in the car. one never knows when has to jam.

eddie and ghost headed back to the office. it was raining. the kind of rain that you need an umbrella for. as they walked into the office, they noticed someone in the bathroom. eddie pulled out 'betty', 'alright in there, show yourself!' 'DON'T SHOOT, IT'S ME' frankie exclaimed. his face looked like the wrong end of a baboon. bloodied and bruised. 'what happened to you?' ghost asked 'looks like it got slammed by a bedroom window' 'your wife closed her legs a little to fast, if you know what i mean, pal' stated frankie a matter of factly 'pfft, that was stupid, i don't have a wife, and sounds like something out of a movie' said ghost. 'alright, alright, this is getting us no where.' said eddie, 'we're taking you in frankie, we know what is going on' 'that's fine gumshoe, but you won't know what this is really about' 'what are you talking about, frankie, it's wrapped up, like a nice christmas presents for the coppers' 'this has to do with mirna as well, she's not who you think she is. i see her pine soaked skin as gotten to you too' laughed frankie. ghost and eddie looked at each other. 'oh crap, NOW what?' they said in unison.

well, it's detachable. so yes.

hey. shut up. scoob and i are working really hard to put this whole mystery together.

>

'look eddie, those little figurines that ole frankie had were solidified omega 13. that spill in '08, it was omega 13 in the sysstem!! it's what frankie has been on about to anyone that will listen!', ghost exclaimed. 'and frankie just filed a claim accusing OSHA of pay off's and money laundering. johnny got word and somehow got his girl mirna a job with OSHA to keep tabs on what was what, but when she found out that there were insurance policies taken out by johnny, on over 100 people that lost their hair, without their knowledge, she tried to shake johnny down for 1/2 the claim money, in exchange for keeping her mouth shut.' eddie stated. 'but why kill dr. nick riviera?' asked ghost

yeah...apparently my guy not liking money these days.

not even close...bub. also, shut up scoob. <3

'mom! i love salty nuts!!!' ~ my 4 year old

and soon, legions of minions will fall to your feet. yearning for just the slightest chance of a attention from the almighty king ticcore! YES! YES! does...that about sum it all up?

i asked for a special color. it was swandeath? that had that nice shade of green that i always liked.

yay! so you read the whole thing? > i blame scoobdog[/member] for all of it.

does the company have a web page. because usually you can find a list of persons there? maybe? i've also listened to 'if you want to reach mr x...press 1' until i remember the name, and go that route.

watch yourself...or the self proclaimed sjw of ffa will be on your ass. whut

look at you getting things done and stuff.

i just made a chocolate cake. and chocolate icing. waiting for the cakes to cool

really? how's that? and who's leg do you have to hump to get one?

they were so cute. i haven't checked to see if they did any more.