an actual conversation...
an actual conversation and the accompanying thoughts (fueled by southern comfort and club soda) that occured last night:
me: (as i put toothpaste on my brush) "why is the baby oil out?"
(a complex tangle of entwined limbs on plastic sheets, cocks n cunts, mouths on mouths, hands gripping slippery flesh, moans hovering over a roiling see of shiny skin, all glistening in the dimmed lights...)
wife: " it's my make-up remover."
me: "gotcha."
me: (as i put toothpaste on my brush) "why is the baby oil out?"
(a complex tangle of entwined limbs on plastic sheets, cocks n cunts, mouths on mouths, hands gripping slippery flesh, moans hovering over a roiling see of shiny skin, all glistening in the dimmed lights...)
wife: " it's my make-up remover."
me: "gotcha."
Labels: family dynamics, humor, sanity is for the weak-minded
posted by darth sardonic at 5:09 AM
7 Comments:
Seen on a Web site: "This plastic sheet is the material that will serve so many functions, only your imagination is the limit."
Hmmm
: )
oh the synchronicity-ty for checking me out lara
Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Timing is everything!
Take care.
Sandrine
PS: who comes up with those verification words? Mine is suckna!
I can totally see myself going where you went.
I'm not even gonna pretend it weirds me out.
lol sandrine, exactly, and i've no idea who comes up with them.
hahaha krissie, we are fellow pervs methinks
Hi Darth,
I made you a blog award.
Take care.
Sandrine
ty sandrine, i will post it if i can figure out how
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