mthor

Meh, story of my life.

You....really....think..... I....have.....videos?😨

Don't worry - I have yet to post a picture of my face, much less my naughty bits in action.

Ageist. Sex is better after menopause because there's no fucking (so to speak) chance of an unwanted pregnancy, and no need to plan a rendezvous around one's period.

Ssshhhh! Don't tell all my secrets! 😉

Everybody else keeps themselves together. There are more bipolars on this board than you know; I can think of half a dozen right off the top of my head besides fuggs and boo and me.

Well, there goes sleeping for the next week or so...

Every time the guy who is supposed to be Bela Lugosi, but isn't, skulks across the screen, you have to drink.

B-b-but those aren't Halloween candies.

The first time I saw the original Night of the Living Dead, it was scary as hell. The original, made-for-TV Don't Be Afraid of the Dark, is really creepy, too.

Ah. Much better. I'm still confused, but at least I'm confused in the right place.

I remember watching that. I remember the doll, too.

Take it to - where are we supposed to take this because it doesn't really belong here again?

I have the same problem with my cats.

I use this as my ring tone during October.

It's actually a great little piece, and probably deserves a much better franchise.

Happy Birthday! Are you actually as old as Scooby Doo?

Amen.

I miss rosebud.

The original and still the best.

Sally. Sally was my mother in law's name. She was the only Sally I've ever known, but now just hearing the name sets my teeth on edge. It's so tainted that if I ever meet another one, I'll probably walk away without giving her a chance, just because.

But that's just business as usual.

That is an insight.

You really are desperate.