The rules:
I'll start a sentence with a word (one word only) and the next poster will finish the sentence. Then, on a new line, that poster will start a new sentence with one word (one word only please). The finished sentence can be as long as it needs to be in order to complete the sentence, however, make sure it's only one sentence. Here we go.
Chivalry...
You can also clone yourself for another perfect
person.
Person shouldn't reveal such personal information like
that...
that i forgot it was Easter is a major
sin
Sin is a sharing experience for me this year because I seriously thought it was next
weekend.
Weekend of sin are awesome
fun!
Fun and sin don't necessarily go hand in hand, but as I recall (it's been a long time), the two combined make for an excellent
night.
night is when i really prefer to have fun and be really
wicked
Wicked nights were once my favcourite, but now I fall asleep long before all the naughty bits take
place.
place me firmly at the top of the welcome home list for mrs
starkers
starkers has alot of catching up to
do
Do me a favour and please refrain fron discussing my 'love life' here in the forums, cos it makes me feel inadequate alongside the bloke who said "once a king always a king, but once a knight is
enough"
enough is NEVER enough
methinks
Methinks you might be a bit of a nympho with a penchant for dirty old men at a very young
age.
Age on the internet is no
obstacle. [e digicons]:karma:[/e]
Obstacle in my path was an enormously gigantic woman blocking the alleyway, no matter what I did I could not get around her or under her, so I climbed the ladders in her stockings and went over the
top.
Top spot is a very lonely
spot.
Spot of tea for the pause that's
refreshing
refreshing cabbage soup is what i
desire
Desire it all you like, my dear, and whereever you be let your wind go
free.
Free and unabashed feeling, for cabbage and bean odoriferous
music.
Music to my ears is when a lady is adamant she never farts and subsequently peels one off to rival even my
best.
Best to never Poof when your a lady like
me.
Me thinks the lady doth protest (her innocence) too much, and there are times, if not in the elevator, when a sneaky one wriggles its way free from between her tightened butt cheeks in lock-down and into the unsuspecting world, thus surprising the olfactory organs of most, and causing them all to look for somebody (else) to blame because it was almost inaudible in the hustle and bustle of their busy
lives.
Lives of poofs thank goodness doesn't last very long, otherwise they'd be Supernatural.
As for me I have taught myself to burp
instead.
Instead of trying to cover it up, why not admit it... that no matter how hard the training was to "burp instead" some of that gas is going to continue its passage downward to an alternative
exit.
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