Sunday, January 25, 2009

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."

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Blogger Lara said...

Seen on a Web site: "This plastic sheet is the material that will serve so many functions, only your imagination is the limit."


: )

9:38 AM  
Blogger darth sardonic said...

oh the synchronicity-ty for checking me out lara

3:16 PM  
Blogger Sandrine said...

Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Ha!Timing is everything!
Take care.
PS: who comes up with those verification words? Mine is suckna!

6:23 AM  
Blogger Krissie said...

I can totally see myself going where you went.

I'm not even gonna pretend it weirds me out.

10:21 AM  
Blogger darth sardonic said...

lol sandrine, exactly, and i've no idea who comes up with them.

hahaha krissie, we are fellow pervs methinks

6:05 PM  
Blogger Sandrine said...

Hi Darth,
I made you a blog award.
Take care.

8:51 AM  
Blogger darth sardonic said...

ty sandrine, i will post it if i can figure out how

2:31 PM  

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