Wanton Harlot. Didn't take much to get you talking about your depraved sex life with your pifflebuddy.
But do tell...
But from what I get from you I can deduct there is more going on. I suspect you tie him to the bedpost and flog him senseless.
Your a willful wench and he doesn't do much talking apart from simple blatherings. I think we all know who wears the pants.
Oh....You better watch it, he's Catholic and his tendancies for young boys will show itself one day.
And freud was right. Albeit that I am catholic, I do not have to discuss my sex life with some dried out prude. She does not tie me to the bed and flog me, but if your into that, you should go and probably find yourself a good dom/sub for you know, which ever end of it you like to be on. Calling me a child molester is a horrible thing. Even though you apparently have a phd in Bullshit. The fact that I was lucky enough to find my better half early in life is a blessing at that. Even though you'll probably end up dieing alone and unloved in a nursing home. What was your phd in anyways doctor? I would love to know.
Firstly, No, I do not tie him to the bedpost and FLOG him, those activites are for the bondage brigade, of which I am not a part of.
SECONDLY. HOW DARE YOU. Not all Catholics are pedophiles and DO NOT bring that topic up to me again! My mother was molested TWICE as a child and I do not tolerate the comment that MY LOVER will EVER repeat those foul mistakes.
Catholic apples don't fall far from the Catholic tree, Tammy Whine-ette.
Firstly, No, I do not tie him to the bedpost and FLOG him, those activites are for the bondage brigade, of which I am not a part of.
SECONDLY. HOW DARE YOU. Not all Catholics are pedophiles and DO NOT bring that topic up to me again! My mother was molested TWICE as a child and I do not tolerate the comment that MY LOVER will EVER repeat those foul mistakes.
No. I don't hex people. I don't curse people. I don't wish ill on other human beings.
And as for my sex life, that's my own personal business, but if it gets you off Doctor, yes, I make love to him and I enjoy every last second of it. And the next time I see him, I'm going to tack him to his bed and have at him for HOURS.
But that does not constitute a f*ckbuddy. That's a lover, considering it's a long term relationship that will end with the two of us, married, sitting on a porch giving out cookies to the school kids and dying in our sleep as old people together.
Wanton Harlot. Didn't take much to get you talking about your depraved sex life with your pifflebuddy.
But do tell...
But from what I get from you I can deduct there is more going on. I suspect you tie him to the bedpost and flog him senseless.
Your a willful wench and he doesn't do much talking apart from simple blatherings. I think we all know who wears the pants.
Oh....You better watch it, he's Catholic and his tendancies for young boys will show itself one day.
But I think I am correct in my assumptions about your relationship with him as I know were he puts his sinful bits in regards to your sinful bits.
No. I don't hex people. I don't curse people. I don't wish ill on other human beings.
And as for my sex life, that's my own personal business, but if it gets you off Doctor, yes, I make love to him and I enjoy every last second of it. And the next time I see him, I'm going to tack him to his bed and have at him for HOURS.
But that does not constitute a f*ckbuddy. That's a lover, considering it's a long term relationship that will end with the two of us, married, sitting on a porch giving out cookies to the school kids and dying in our sleep as old people together.
He is not my f*ck buddy as you so rather indelicately put it. He's my 'boyfriend' or as I prefer to call him, my mate. He's my other half, my balance and the man I intend to marry. So if I were you, I wouldn't call him names.
What you are you going to do? Hex me?
But I think I am correct in my assumptions about your relationship with him as I know were he puts his sinful bits in regards to your sinful bits.
But what this really says to me is that you and your pifflebuddy are losing ground with your poorly constructed arguments and that you are resorting to hen pecking points of grammar to slice some ground back.
He is not my f*ck buddy as you so rather indelicately put it. He's my 'boyfriend' or as I prefer to call him, my mate. He's my other half, my balance and the man I intend to marry. So if I were you, I wouldn't call him names.
Let's put that back into context with the preceding sentence:
"You knock people for their lack of historical knowledge. Your's my friend is appaling."
The "Your's" in this context is anointed with an apostrophe that denotes possession. I believe I am correct in doing so.
Grammar actually does eek me and I do not like errors. It annoys me to find a typo in an old post of mine. The thing is, these post are typed out fast because you have to get in quick. You too will find yourself making typos and loosing the opportunity to correct them. Shall I point them out to you?
But what this really says to me is that you and your pifflebuddy are losing ground with your poorly constructed arguments and that you are resorting to hen pecking points of grammar to slice some ground back.
You don't know him so you don't know what he's done for me. He was there for me when my Great-Grandfather died in November. He was there for me when my parents were splitting up. He was the only person, save my mother, who was there for me when my world was falling apart.
He loves me for exactly who I am, and treats me with the upmost respect. And he can speak for himself, but the thing you don't know about ME is that if you muck around with the people I care about, I will rend you, either with my claws or my words.
So do yourself a favor and don't talk down to him. Or you will get the diatribe from hell for it.
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