No, Baby! Ike Loves you, Baby!
Not that I'm short for blog fodder or anything, but you don't want to hear about the (full) weekend we have planned with birthday parties and sleepovers and lots of trying to not think about work.
When I saw this, so many ideas flew through my head that I had to act upon them. Pistols left the following comment:
"I'm just not ready for our relationship to be in that place, you know? Especially since I hear you're out of practice in certain things."
Aw, Pistols baby, nah, baby! Goofy loves you, Pistols! Don't shoot me down so fast, gives me another chance, baby! Don't believe what that other man says, baby! It's lies, all lies!
Two quick facts, to set the Pistols straight.
1) I give aural every day. Constantly. Love aural.
2) I can get oral anytime I want. Anytime. So marriage doesn't kill that like you think (another comment, go dig for it).
And, last but not least.
Thanks, R, for cock-blocking me.
AGAIN!!
posted by Some Goofy Woman @ 10:30 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
I know you love me Ike, but you gotta stop talking with your hands baby. Otherwise Tina's gonna take all this tongue talent somewhere else.
Seriously baby, just keep your hands at your sides and use your mouth. It's easy, and if you do a little for me, I'll move out of the way of your other pursuits.
I know you can sing too Ike, you just gotta put the time in to practice.
Um, I feel like I just walked into the room and caught you, um, singing.
If the ultimate thing that happens here is slightly more heady times for Senor R, then I've done my job.
Still, I think that without the fear that we won't be invited back, we'd all be lousy in bed. I mean, a life spent watching one channel doesn't seem like much fun.
since i have no pictures of the boys i've had to create my own three way in my mind for you guys.
kinkay
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