You think my blossoms need you
like flowers need the rain
that your delusions wind me down inside some misery,
some pain
but I've met so many men who play these games much . . . more
A fairy tale gone all wonderfully wrong. LittleRedHoodie who shook it out of goofy tales with BigBadWoofie to shake it at the RazzleDazzle with Cinders(who has finally realized that Nikes are much more comfy than stupid glass shoes) and SoNotWhite (who skipped out on the height challenged men and went to school for her MBA in gender studies).
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Thanks for commenting on Ethan's picture. Hard to believe that was taken over two years ago. Still have Pooh although I doubt if he was held by Ethan he would be so big. He loved Pooh from birth and that was when Pooh was really popular and I swore I wasn't going to mess with all that. Ethan made his own mind up on that one. Hard to believe he's almost as tall as me now at 9!
I know , my better half never knows when to be afraid and when to relax. If i ask "is it too hot in here" he'll respond "what do you think dear ?" (can you believe that instead to pinging you i pinged myself ? does the attention span become one of a moth once in menopause ? )
not trying to be competitive or anything 'cos I'm not but here is a short story I wrote last year as a sort of reply to your Decadent Insides to show you I can be Decadent Outside.
the same goes here...except here, i could be making out with my wife in front of everyone, and as soon as i turn my back to shoot pool or something, slither slither comes some fucktard trying to pick her up...they don't even think about the ring she flashes in their face....and people wonder why i'm so angry all the time...
