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Story Behind My Name
I have received a lot of questions as to why the name "One_Tattered_Teddybear". My previous screen name "Elaborate_Horizons" was a good name for me at the time it was created, with the end of my military career coming to an end and a new journey in life beginning. But times changed once I retired from the Air Force. I decided i wanted a name that matched me as a person and what i offer this world of ours. So i asked two people that mean the world to me, and know me better than anyone else on the face of this earth to sit and talk together, and they had to come up with a name they both agreed upon and then tell me why this name fit me. So they set out on their mission of the name change. I had never been so shocked in my life on how the name was presented to me. I all honesty after a week of challenging them and not hearing anything I thought they had given up. Then on the anniversary of my 1 year retirement they threw a surprise party for me and gave me a teddy bear that they had gon

Story. Part 1
Lighting flashes in the distance casting his shadow on the stone work around him. A sound to his left brings him to attention slipping behind a crumbling wall where he is hidden. A woman dressed in fine silks walks to where his fire burns bright. Kneeling she studies what’s around her then stands turning towards him. Hunkering down even lower he watches as she walks towards his hiding place. " come out Sire for I wish to see you," she says with a cool air. After a few moments without him showing she turns away slowly unlacing her dress. As if the wind has the same thoughts as this woman a breeze slowly helps sliding the dress away. Standing before the fire she looks over her shoulder looking at him a sly smile spreading across her lips. Standing slowly he walks to her lighting dances in the air above them. Turning to face him her voice a soft whisper "do you not find me attractive sire?" that same smile on her lips as her eyes drift up and down his body. His eyes gleam in th

Story Part 2
. “Yes sweet lady you are very appealing to the eye, but why else have you come?" His voice a low rumble his eyes breaking away from her long enough to search the shadows. Her movements are quicker then he thought, a blades deadly edge presses against his vest. Looking down at the blade he watches a slow trickle run down her knife. Just as quickly as she bared her knife she slashes the buttons away leaving him bare chested. Slowly stepping away she pulls the tie strings to his leather pants. The gleam in his eyes brightens more as he steps away from his clothes his breathing steady. Again she comes forward with the blade this time to be caught in his arms. A deep rumble in his chest is her only warning before he lifts her to eye level his lips seeking hers. Her eyes widen fore what she expected was a brutal kiss instead she found his lips to be passionate and tender. Cupping her firm bottom in one hand he lowers her back to the ground never breaking the kiss. Fighting his ur

Story Part. 3
. Taking her hand he lays her upon a stone alter the lighting dancing around a full moon. She closes her eyes as she feels his lips upon her neck as his hands caress her body. A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels his teeth grazing her skin just between her breasts his fingers tracing the insides of her thighs. The sweet scent of her fills his nose, attentively tracing his tongue along her lips. She tries to place her hands upon his head only to have them forced to her sides his eyes giving a silent warning. Never breaking eye contact he slips his tongue between her lips flicking his tongue against her aroused clit slowly and teasingly. A gasp escapes her lips as hers eyes turn black from this exotic pleasure. With a evil smirk he keeps licking and kissing on her most sacred treasure. Her mouth opens more now as the moans get louder exposing her fangs to the night and firelight. Lightning flashes behind him as his form slowly shifts from man to beast, his eyes golden and ab

Story Part 4
. After a few moments the woman’s body convulses the screams echoing into the night. As if nature shares her excitement a bolt of crimson lightning crashes to the ground near them. Standing slowly this creature caught between man and wolf howls to the moon his lust for this exotic creature showing in the firelight. Without hesitation he pulls her to him their eyes both blazing with pure need. Sliding her hands from her side she cups her breasts, her voice now filled with lust, “come brother of the wolf and take what is yours.” A growl escapes his lips as he enters her accepting her challenge. Her eye’s widen with shock as she feels him completely embedded in her. With a hunger unlike any other he leans down kissing her hard and passionate. The stone alter groans and creaks from the force of his thrusting. Moaning into his kiss her hands slide to his back and digs her nails into fur and flesh. Jerking his head up he howls in both pain and pleasure. The wind howls along wit

"storms" A Poem By Kuntry
Feel the warmth of the summers gentle breeze. See it's power through the Dance of the trees. Storms are a coming riding the thunderous sky. You can see it as well If you just close your eyes. The rain falls softly then picks up it's pace. Droplets of life falling gently from grace. Sunshine is eminent with Patience abound. All storms shall pass If one holds his ground. kuntry

The Story Behind My Name
I was once told the story behind my name... Tonjha, since that time I have managed to forget the exact words used to tell this story, but I do remember the base of the story and the lessons and wisdom held within the story of Tonjha… Goddess/Spirit Warrior of the Doves. A friend suggested that I not worry about the story that was lost and instead create my own story for the future… for in fact we all write our own stories anyway. So, with these wise words in mind… I offer to you my version of the Story of Tonjha. I hope you enjoy my creative attempt to bring life and meaning back into the wisdom behind my name… This may not tell you who I am… but it does explain why I honor my name and walk my path in the manner that I have chosen. For a long time I would not share all of this story, because I did not like some of the things that Tonjha did in the original story… but now I see the whole lesson and the wisdom in the tail and wish to share the whole story… in the best way I know

Story Of My Life...here's To Us, Girls!
Here's to all those girls who used to be his Number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check your cell phone the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, "I only want to be your friend", one day, then listened to him say that he loves and misses you and the next when he doesn't want to be anything at all. Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change. We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, got crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him even for a while. We went through the great stage with

The Story
The reason to this a word of which is motion rhythm in the mind and in the mind to the paper making words then phrases now knowing the meaning a story for meaning, not only a story but a word towards one of the emotions or fantasy detailing the imagination to explore the boundraries of something new and not noticing that the words were a new type of Poem, unlike any other ever writen, who is it that wrote them he never gave a name or a hint of his true reaoning, all that is known is he the one person who understands the words in the art of poetic combination. If you wish to read some of my poetry Go right ahead. If you do not I do not mind. The Poems are for the Eyes only, if you wish to comment on how it is written please send me a Private Message. Thank you.

The Story Of Making Love
Passion and Pleasure overwhelming the sense Lust within for the power of sexuality from within the worth of the one body bringing the fantasy of the mind, and the motions of love into lust for the words just give the illustration but upon the voice giving upon each word the sense of loosing your breathe the feeling of embracing the air around your soul and with the pleasure of sensuality upon the embrasement of sexual passion and the witnessing of the presentation of the fantastic dream for the imagination and of an angelic kiss for the closure of the moment that but one couple made to one body set separate to two from heaven to earth....

Story From Drfeelgood79
So there you are in the hotel room, your nerves and exciement mixing together causing you to pace the floor in the outfit we picked out together over emails. You are in the sundress and shoes we picked out on emails. You glance down at the bed and look at the blindfold you bought. You shake your head not understanding how you were talked into this, but the anticipation is something you can't walk away from. You're feeling as if one touch to your body will send an orgasm through you. You pick up your phone, take a deep breath, and call my phone letting me know the room number. I ask if you are still ok with this plan and you say, "yes." I tell you that I'm just entering the lobby, so I'll be up in a couple minutes. You go to the door, open in slightly as we discussed and go to sit down on the corner of the bed. You are still shaking your head and wondering why you find it so exciting to "meet" like this, especially since you have only seen my picture. It's not long before you hear th

Story Intro..
I am a writer and have had several ppl ask me about my stories. I write several kind. Fiction, Erotic and True Stories. Because of interests in these, I will be posting them here in my blog. I hope you will read and enjoy them. Please feel free to leave comments. All good and bad are accepted. They will help me grow and become a better writer. Thank you.

Stories Part 2
We stand face to face, staring deeply and lustfully into each other's eyes. I grab you around the waist and pull you closer to me. You put up a very weak struggle to free yourself from my grasp. I know that you don't want to be truly free from it, so I hold you even tighter. I pull you closer. As soon as your lips are within mere inches of mine, I kiss you. Long, deep, and hard. Small gasps and moans escape your lips between our kisses. Our tongues twirl and dance around in each other's mouths, our hands beginning to explore each other's bodies. As your hands slide down my chest, I tilt your head to one side and slowly, very slowly, lick my way from you shoulder up your neck. I can feel your legs slightly buckle at the knee, as you tremble. I kiss very softly the same area I ran my tongue across, and you look at me and tell me how bad you need me, RIGHT NOW. I slide my hands down your back, touching, feeling, and appreciating each and every curve. My hands grip your ass, squeezing a

Stormwoman
/> . NOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN OWNED BY THE REST,COME ON OVER AND BE OWNED BY THE BEST. THIS SWEET (STORM)WOMAN IS AN AWESOME PERSON TO BE OWNED BY,SHE WILL TREAT YOU LIKE YOU OWN HER. STOP BY HER AND PLEZ SHOW HER SOME LOVE AND SEE FOR YOURSELF. R/A/F HER PLEASE ~~ stormwoman~~"owned by TEDDY T."@ fubar

The Story Behind It
this is a cause near and dear to my hearts so i am dedicating an entire blog to information about To write love on her arms, the following is the story behind it To Write Love On Her Arms Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars." I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and h

A Story Of Faith...a Must Read!
A Dog Named Faith This is a story about a dog who was born on Christmas Eve in 2002. He was born with 3 legs - 2 healthy hind legs and 1 abnormal front leg which needed to be amputated. He of course could not walk when he was born. Even his mother did not want him. He was rejected and scorned. By curvaliciousbbw at 2009-02-16 His first owner also did not think that he could survive. Therefore, he was thinking of putting him to sleep.. At this time, his present owner Jude Stringfellow came into his life and wanted to take care of him. She was determined to teach and train this dog to walk by himself. She thought, all we need is a little faith. In the beginning, she put Faith on a surf board to let him feel the movements of the water. Later she used peanut butter on a spoon as a lure and to reward him for standing up and jumping around. Even the other dogs at home helped to encourage him to walk. Amazingly, after only 6 months, like a miracle, Faith learned to bala

The Story Behind The Ultimate Party List
The story behind the ultimate party list Back in 1994, I received a letter from Ed McMahon stating that the $10 Million Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes prize was all but in the bag. He was even nice enough to include a guest list form to fill out for the prize-winner's party. My roommate Keith "Bad Check" Butler and I taped the list to the wall. Over the next few weeks we worked hard at putting together a guest list that would have made for the greatest party ever. It included some of the most interesting people of our decade and some of the biggest sexual deviants. Somehow that check must have gotten lost in the mail. But it's still fun to look over the guest list and imagine the party we will have after we finally hit it big. Guest Reason for invitation Ginger Spice Tell her you're a big record company exec. Jerry Springer To introduce people Bob Vila If we trash the house, he'll fix it Marv Albert To do the play-by-play Monica Lewinsky No explanat

Story
It was a mid summers day as I waited outside the hale Mary cathlic school entrance. I waswas waiting for Marie to get finish with her day of school. I heard the school bell ring and as I looked up I saw her running down the hallway so glad to see me. As she ran she grabbed my and by the time I let go we were across the street inbetween her house and mine. I got something to tell you she said winded from running. So tell I said with a blank stare. I can't she said looking at her house. I'll come over in 30 minutes said turning to walk to her house. I just nodded as if she could see me. So I just made my way up to my room, plopped down on my bed and grabbed an old magizen to read as waited for to come over. I heard the the front door open fallowed by footsteps down the hall to my room. The doorknob on my door started to turn and she pushed the door open. She leaned against the door frame for minute and looked at me reading on my belly. She walked in a little and shut the door. I turn ov

Story
As sat in my room with my mouth still gapping open she leaned in to kiss me again. "I have a boyfriend" then she sat back in her place. "I know we've met" rolling her eyes. Then got even closer pushing her right knee beween my legs putting her hands on my thighs kissing me harder than before. She pushed her hands up my thighs to my stomach reaching my breast. I fell her hand rubbing my chest my nipples get hard my pussy starts to throb. I let out a moan marie looked at me with exictment and rubbed harder. I leaned harder against the head board continued to moan. I pushed her long hair back and kissed her with tongue with my hands at her neck and my heart pounding. She broke the kiss got off my bed. She put one foot on the bed to take off her skull & cross bone knee high socks her plaid skirt fell back and revealed her pink wet pussy I just bit my lip. I wached her unbutton her shirt she wasn't wear a bra so I could see her DD boobs & I inched my way to the end of the bed. I sat on the

Storm
how long have I been in this storm so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form water's getting harder to tread with these waves crashing over my head if I could just see you everything will be alright if I'd see you the storminess will turn to light and I will walk on water and you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your eyes and everything will be alright and everything will be alright I know you didn't bring me out here to drown so why am I 10 feet under and upside down barely surviving has become my purpose cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface if I could just see you everything will be alright if I see you the storminess will turn to light and I will walk on water and you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your eyes and everything will be alright and I will walk on water you will catch me if I fall and I will get lost into your eyes and everything will be alright I kn

A Story That Wow Me
I had a situation happen to me recently, that most men would give their left nut to have happen to them! It was without a doubt the most exciting thing to ever happen to me anyway. I am happily married with two children, a gorgeous wife, who loves just about any form of sex; I have a good job, nice home and just about everything a guy could want. Except that is, my neighbor's wife! A few years ago, my wife and I had a nice home built out in the country. We were kind of isolated, until last year when Joe and Tammy bought the lot down from us and had their house built. We became very good friends with them. Tammy was a raving knock- out! To me, she just exuded sex as a natural phenomenon. She is 5'6" tall, 122 lbs, gorgeous long legs, and a figure that takes any man's attention immediately. So suffice it to say that I had hot nuts for Tammy, almost from the first day they moved in next door. Tammy would sometimes lie out in their back yard and sun herself in her bikini. From our back be

Story
I woke up to control by metro station lighty playing on my ipod sterio. I hit the remote to turn it off but it just turned up. "damn you remote" said with a yawn, I felt something wrap around my waist. I turned to see marie laying next to me and I realized it wasn't a dream it was real. "good morning happy pants" she said opening her eyes. "good morning too you" as I turned complitely around to face her & put my hand on her hip. She grabbed my neck and we started to make out. I kissed down her jaw over to her neck. As I kissed marie's neck I glaced up at the clock blinking 11:28. "oh shit" I yelled as jumped up to find my clothes.. "what? What's going on?" sitting up in a ball on the bed. "oh nothing I was only suppose to meet luke half an hour ago". "oh crap" she said geting out to get dressed. We just through what we had on last night. "are you driving?" as she almost fell over putting her shoes on. "ofcorse not you are" as tossed her the keys to my 67 chevy impala that loved. Every

Story Of The Cion
Story Of the Coin - August 22, 2008 Story of the Coin. When I was in combat, because of my specialty, the airmen that that were like me, carried in their pocket their last bullet. This bullet was not for the enemy, if you know what I mean. Capture is not an option, when national security is at question. Although the government will deny the policy, we knew what was expected. I carried a 45 round in my pocket for 17 months for the cause, but after that it was a good luck item for all of us that made it out. The service found out that I carried a live round in my pocket for good luck and they decided that that wasn’t a good idea. So, I was given an Air Force coin to replace the 45 bullet. Wasn’t the same, so I started the Eisenhower dollar transfer program, (EDTP) for those know get a coin. These coins have successfully been passed on for every campaign, since it conception, in 1976. The last I passed on, went with the HMM-163 (REIN) group to IRAQ, everyone in the group made it back. Th

Storm
You're driving around with the woman of your dreams and a storm rolls in. You've always wanted to have sex outside in a storm, so you ask her if she would. She says she's game so you pull off to a secluded spot and you both get out of the car. You walk around the car and meet her at the front. The rain is pouring down as you grab her against you and kiss her passionately. Lightning flashes overhead and thunder booms off in the distance as you start to pull her soaked t-shirt over her head. You throw it onto the hood of the car and unhook her bra, letting her plump mounds fall freely. You slowly move your mouth down her chin and neck to her luscious chest, devouring them one at a time. She starts shoving your shirt off of your body, wanting to feel your naked flesh next to hers. You shove her shorts down over her rounded buttocks and they slide down to pool at her ankles. She's standing before you, rain running down her body, her soaked thong molded to her body. She kicks her shorts awa

The Storm We Carry
storms are resting on my shoulders,releasing the the power of lightning,undoing the the burdons that are aquired, building the pressure daily,to break the carriers spirit,slowly over time to replenish itself. pelting the skin like rain,corrupting the spirit to break,giving the weak seemingly endless power, the weight forcing the stoppage,gathering the strength to carry on,willing the spirit to great feats. unified the spirit and storms are unbreakable,uncontrollable they are furious and free,never controlled only maintained

Stories About My Boys.
The Adventures of Two Boys (Part1) Once upon a time there was two boy’s named Kristopher and Garion.One day they went for a walk in the park and they came across a book. They went home with the book and took it to their room. That night after dinner they went to their room. They picked up the book and started reading it. The book was about two boys having really big adventures. The boys’ names are Kristopher and Garion. They thought that was really strange. The boys got in weird, strange, scary, and happy situations. They meet a lot of people ontheir adventures. They had a lot of fun. One story they went to a friends house and got lost on the way there. They got lost in the woods were they met a raccoon who could talk. It told them about his friends and family. He helped the boys find their to their friends house. When they finished the book they started thinking if the book was about. They thought abo

Story Time...
For everyone that wants to get to know me I am a girl, thats not your average girl I'm a gamer, I'm a reader, and I'm a human being I'm the kinda girl that love to be around people and hates being alone. From what i hear I'm loving and caring and from what one person says I'm a sweeheart. I am the kinda person that will give a person a home, the clothes out of my closet, the food in my fridge just to make sure that they have everything they need to get back on their own two feet. I have been told at time I worry too much.......I just might begin to think they are right. I can be a bitch at times, but those times are few and far between. You have to really upset me or really piss me off to get me in that kinda mood. Or have me be really tired.... One more thing, I'm not one to hurt. Cause I do believe in Karma, and I do believe that it will come around and bite you in the ass. And I have seen it happen... So if you like what you see in me and want to talk them

Story Of My Life
I let people in my heart.. and they always leave me... Not writting this for you feel sorry for me.. I'm writting this cause I need to vent. Feels like my heart is ripping to pieces. I try to do everything I can to make you happy... but it just seems like it's not good enough. How am I suppose to feel.. But Hurt. My Love wasn't good enough for you. One of My Favorite Poems... ~*~ I have Loved ~*~ I have loved and been hurt by loveI have seen joy and yet there is painI have breathed and yet i am breathlessIn your presenceConsumed by your beauty the essence of loveI have walked a thousand miles in my shoesOn a road which never endsThrough the driving rains many tears have fallenSwept up in the passage of timeMy heart will linger in the moonlightAs i breathe the ocean breeze tonightFor on the horizon there is a new dayA story still left untoldFor the dreamer dreams of hopeAnd a lover feels with their heartSo why is it human natureFor us to tear ourselves apart??

The Story Of Ding And Why I Write These Poems For Her
Sometimes I feel like the accident of Ding could've been avoided. I mean before I all happened my mother told me not to go outside and play. My mother was a new deriver and didn't want anybody outside when she 's practicing driving. Being my mischievist self I didn't listen. The nature of my younger sister was to follow me and not listen to mother because we were so close. She went everywhere I went did everything I did and even rough played like I did. We were like best friends.What happened was we were playing and mom came out of the house and started to practice driving for her licence. Due to my sisters curiousity to mom drive caught her attention. Well she went in from of the car and so did I to make sure she wasn't geting to close to the car. Mom had her head looking backwards trying to reverse .It didn't, it went forward .at that time my sister was in front of the car but I got scared and panic and my sister only six assumed that something was going to happen by reading my facia

A Story About A Girl...
Well-versed in the path of deception, you callously display your untruths. These lies form the ground you walk upon; the gaps now bridged by malice. Equivocal is the tongue that you speak, and my ears can no longer bear it. So provocative, yet always doing your best to prevaricate.You sits alone crying to yourself. Knowing that the words from your mouth are all lies. You sits alone, shaking and realizing that the lies you tells only hurt yourself. You're trying to stretch tales into truths, or expand your news thinking maybe people won't notice how boring your life is because in your closet sit your happy new skeletons. And, as you sit there glueing together the bones you've picked from your brain... I'll question your innocent little game and think of how weak you became. Now, I'm not one to talk about what complusive gems should and shouldn't be bought... And I'd hate for you to lose street value when you weave your tales of gold... But, don't you think it's all getting a littl

A Story About Rancor...
You didn't handle things well at all. You lied, you shut me out, and you made me feel like shit. You insulted me. When I couldn't take anymore, I asked you to let me in, and what do you do? You tell me you're feeling “meh.” You tell me you got scared and stopped caring about me. Now, I'm just one of the ex girlfriends. You know, the ones you would tell me stories about; I will become fodder for the next story, won't I? The one you tell your next girlfriend. After you feed her all the lines you fed me first, of course.I never wanted to let my guard down. I told you this. That is why I came across as “cold as fuck.” Yet you would serenade me, and tell me you never felt like this before, and you would talk about how crushed you would be if I left you. I guess the tables have turned, haven't they? No, I never saw us getting married or spending the rest of our lives together. In fact, I gave us 2 years tops. I figured by then, we would have just grown apart. I think

A Story..i Wrote Awhile Ago
I had a dream a girl handed a boy a ring. He didn't say anything just looked at her. She looked away turning her entire head. "It could never work, you want something that would have to last forever and it could never be."Still he said nothing just looked at her. His face was emotionless. She looked back at him in anger."Say something!" She shouted. She was irritated with his silence and thought he should be saying something in return.Tears built up in her eyes. "Speak to me please." She said as her fists and jaws clenched. "This was just a promise ring anyways, it's not like you fucking proposed to me!" she shouted loud enough for the crowd around them to look and watch in sadness.The pressure of all the people staring started to build stress on both of them, the boy by embarrassment, the girl from the nosiness. He finally broke his gaze and looked down at the ring. "Your right it is just a promise ring...a promise that I wanted to keep. To be with you for the rest of my life in happi

The Storm
The Storm The rain came down hard that night Or maybe it was just the sweat forming on my palms The thunder rolled through that night Or maybe it was just the sound of my beating heart The lightning struck me that night Or maybe it was just the chemistry between us The storm changed me that night Or maybe I just wished that it brought a change in me

Store Returns
RUB MY N I P P L E S Keep this in mind when you have something to return and the store gives you a hard time - A woman went to a K-Mart service counter and told the clerk she wanted a refund for the toaster she bought because it won't work. The clerk told her that he can't give her a refund because she bought it on special. Suddenly, the woman threw her arms up in the air and started screaming, 'RUB MY NIPPLES, RUB MY NIPPLES, RUB MY NIPPLES!' The befuddled clerk ran away to get the store manager in front of a growing crowd of customers. The manager comes to the woman and asks,'Ma'am what's wrong?' She explained the problem with the toaster, and he also told her that he can't give her a refund because she bought it on special. Once again, the woman throws her arms up in the air and screamed, 'RUB MY NIPPLES, RUB MY NIPPLES, RUB MY NIPPLES!' and doing so draws an even bigger crowd! In shock, the store manager pleads, 'Ma'am, why are you saying that?' In a huff, the woman says, 'BECAUSE,

Story Of My Life
This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done, and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody would do it, Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody did it. So it ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done. If this gives you a headache.....welcome to my life.

A Story For My Mistress
The retraining of jess The first day. i sit alone in this small slice of heaven. It is a place where you can just sit and dream, letting the world outside pass you by, not matter the weather it is warm and dry here. i let the sounds of the outside world fade into the back ground, the chatter of children, the drone of car engines, reminders of the city outside these plastic walls of paradise. i let my thoughts turn inwards as I hear the wind in the trees, the birds chirping and the buzz of busy insects. i feel my heart pound as things low in my body go tight, I let my thoughts turn again…… i see myself on my knees at Her feet, She moves; i know this as Her boots disappear from the sight of my lowered eyes. i can hear Her moving around the dungeon; the fine hairs on my arms tell me where in the dungeon She is. i shiver slightly, not from the cold but with anticipation, go i am so horny, my skin feels so clean as i have spent a lot of time getting ready for this. i have

The Storm
The storm rains spin, whrilwinds howl as if they're in painwaters chrun and swirlweather's going quite insane she stands on the rocky cliffuntouched by the weather a drifthands raised in a chantattempting to do what she knows she can't panic, stubborn, determination sets inlong to bring the wild storm to an endslowly she thinks she see's it bendonly to become part of the storm in the end

Story Of Vietnam
For all the fallen soldiers Current mood: numb Category: Life Someone ask me to tell them about Vietnam The bloody hell and that damn smell. Golden lights and overhead dog fights Screams of falling shells and the rings of distance doorbells. Home coming for Christmas to an empty house, And old lady spit on me when I got off the plane in San Francisco, She looked just like my grandmother. Went swimming in the Atlantic Ocean in November. In the darkness of nights I have visions I cannot forget VA calls them dream; they have never had them They don't know, but if they 're dreams I don't want them anymore. Bravo two-nine triple three Death dealer triple three Names we longer use, but visions we can not lose. Sound that causes us to jerk and faces we can never forget. I will sleep tonight, if I sleep, with sheila under my pillow. She is my only best friend, I keep her close, I keep her clean, and I keep her mean. She is cold but she is always there. I am now old, but they are not, they st

Story Of The Coin.
When I was in combat, because of my specialty, the airmen that that were like me, carried in their pocket their last bullet. This bullet was not for the enemy, if you know what I mean. Capture is not an option, when national security is at question. Although the government will deny the policy, we knew what was expected. I carried a 45 round in my pocket for 17 months for the cause, but after that it was a good luck item for all of us that made it out. The service found out that I carried a live round in my pocket for good luck and they decided that that wasn't a good idea. So, I was given an Air Force coin to replace the 45 bullet. Wasn't the same, so I started the Eisenhower dollar transfer program, (EDTP) for those know get a coin. These coins have successfully been passed on for every campaign, since it conception, in 1976. The last I passed on, went with the HMM-163 (REIN) group to IRAQ, everyone in the group made it back. They called themselves the RidgeRunners. If you except thi

A Story Upon Your Skin
let me begin this tale with a kiss upon your brow to ease your mind for the tale im bout to give you lips placed upon your eyelids so you can see me whether your awake or asleep a gentle kiss placed on the ear so my words are all you hear lips along your jaw to tease you just a lil wandering lips have found your collar bone the secret spot you hide so well a dip of tongue finds it fast as a sound of pleasure escapes your lips wickedlythe lips seek out more for this tale is not over not by far they wander with great recklessness down over your inviting chest to find a nipple a nipple to first lick awake to give it some warmth from my open mouth hovering so close to it a nip to make you pay attention

[[story Of My Life]]
You're on the phone with your girlfriendShe's upset.She's going off about something that you said'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like I do... I'm in the roomIt's a typical Tuesday nightI'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't likeAnd she'll never know your story like I do'But she wears short skirtsI wear T-shirtsShe's cheer captainAnd I'm in the bleachersDreaming about the day when you wake upAnd find that what you're looking for has been here the whole timeIf you could see that I'm the one who understands youBeen here all along so why can't you seeYou belong with meYou belong with meWalk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeansI can't help thinking this is how it ought to beLaughing on a park bench, thinking to myselfHey isn't this easyAnd you've got a smile that could light up this whole townI haven't seen it in a while since she brought you downYou say your fineI know you better then thatHey whatcha doing with a girl like thatShe wears high heelsI wear sneakersShe's che

The Story Of The War!!!
AND THE STORY BEGINS... THE PIMPIN PINK NINJA AND THE PIMPIN BLUE SMURF.. WERE WALKIN THRU THE WOODS, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE BLUE SAMURAI JUMPS OUT ON TO THEIR PATH.., THE PIMPIN BLUE SMURF AND PIMPIN PINK NINJA LAUGH... BUT OH THE BLUE SAMURAI WAS NOT HAPPY THERE FOR HE SAYS " YOUR NINJA SKILLS ARE NO MATCH FOR MY SAMURAI. THE BLUE SMURFDOES THE CROUCHING TIGER WHERE THE BLUE SAMURAI RUNS AND SAMURAI CHOPS THE NINJAS HEAD OF (MUST INVEST IN STUNT DOUBLE FOR NEXT SCENCE).... STORY CONTINUES AFTER BRIEF PAUSE ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓

Story/joke
A woman stops to fuel at a local filling station while filling her automobile She couldn’t help but take notice to a gentleman filling some gas cans after Fueling his pickup one large one medium then he commenced to fill one rather small 1 ½ x 2” fuel can. Puzzled the woman was compelled to ask the complex question sir she said if you wouldn’t mind may I inquire what was the 1 ½ x 2” can for? The gentleman replied sure what do you want to know now even more confused the woman reasked why did you put fuel in the little can? The gentleman said miss it is for my ring! The ring she questioned the gentleman replied yes my ring! Tired of the gentleman’ vague responses she turned to leave and heard the sound of a rather small engine. The gentleman’s ring was vibrating causing his hand to jerk uncontrollably in a reciprocating motion the more he turned the jewel one way his hand went faster the other way it went slower. So the woman walked back

Storytime
okay so the bitch from this mumm http://www.fubar.com/mum.php?id=551896 who gave head to some random guy in the back seat of my car... apparently talked a whole bunch of shit... made it out to where we forced her and she had no choice.... complete bullshit i know... but i could care less... i didn't fuck her my boy didn't fuck her and i was pretty much accused of rape by her friends... on top of that one of her friends i've known since i was 15 or so was pretty much ready to fight me over it and... well since the girl told me not to talk about it(cause it didn't happen... her words) she told her story and no one asked my side... ashlie a friend of mine found out what everyone was so pissed off about and asked... (she cares which is why she is a friend) then she told them what happened and the girl who i've known forever came up to me and say oh it's okay we'll talk about it later... pfft no the fuck we won't... write me off in three seconds flat and expect me to give a shit... i tol

Story Of Military Taps
If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps were played; this brings out a new meaning of it. Here is something every American should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true: We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, "Taps". It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes. But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings. Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomac

Story...
There are 3 things you should never try in life. 1) Wasabi, the super hot sauce offered with Sushi, especially if you don’t wish to look like an idiot, fanning your open mouth with your hands; 2) Grated cheese with marinara spaghetti and 3) Taking your cat to be groomed when it’s very rainy, especially if the car park was miles away from the Vet of your choice. Sometimes I wonder where my angels are! If they are beside me, with a notebook in hand, scribbling down notes and rating my actions to every solution I come up with, or else playing poker, God only knows wher

[story Time! Yay!!!]
I just had this short little story to tellso my dad, mom, and one of his work friends all went to dinner tonight, and as we were walking back to the car, I saw a man with his newborn, his wife, and his dog all sitting at a cafethe weather was lovelydinner was fanfuckingtasticI had coffeecrusted ribeye. Go figure.Andthe dog...Shivering, chained to a post hungry and dirtywith metal barbs on a metal colar pointed and digging into his NECK from 360 degrees.I stopped my mid jovial gallop.Made eyecontact with this guy, pointed at the dog.He had bleeding holes where the collar had penetrated.My group keeps walking, so I keep upMom asks "what's the matter, you look like you saw something upsetting"I turn around raise my arm as high as I can and flip the guy off, grabbing my dick for extra lift.I explained the collar to my party.And asked how he was going to discipline that baby when he got older.Tom (my dad's friend)said "shock collar?".I laughed, but it was a hollow, and angry thing that came

The Storm Has Grown
THE STORM HAS GROWN! WE ARE NOW RADIO STORM UNIVERSAL TWO LIVE DJS TAKING REQUEST ON THE NEW DOUBLE DECKER PLAYER WERE SORRY OUR LOUNGE HERE IN FUBAR HAS BEEN VACANT THAT IS DUE TO ADMIN HERE IN FU-LAND HOWEVER LITTLE DO THEY KNOW RADIO STORM UNIVERSAL HAS BUILT TWO NEW PLACES TO HANG WERE NOT GONNA POST A LINK OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT THATS NOT OUR STYLE WERE A RADIO STATION WE CAN SURF THE AIR!! TAP OUR REQUEST BOX WERE WAITING ON YOU!

The Story Of A Punctured Heart
Sick of this vapid state of being Where having to escape your own thoughts is nearly impossible And not even these dark silhouettes the wall displays can keep you company in the slightest The fear is not dying, but dying alone; A lonely heart is the question to the answer You say it's irrelevant that people will disappoint you Maybe it's because you're one of them It's a good thing tears are clear otherwise the sheets would surely be stained With the faint colors of distraught emotions And memories that were meant to stay I wish i could say it was all a dream, but sadly that's not the case To slip back into a sweet reverie is one of my great desires Because it seems what i need most is the comfort of a utopia all my own But every cloud has a silver lining, or so they say And by the time the leaves begin to change color I'll surely be able to see the beauty of the sun's warm rays Save me a goodbye and just leave this place I'll be happier when you're gone Even though the empty space

Story
Story If you see yourself as hearing or acting in a story, you probably have the feeling that others are controlling your life and making choices for you. While the narrator of the story is probably unknown to you, he or she represents the person controlling your life. If you feel that you are the narrator watching yourself in a story, this may indicate uncertainty about the choices you are currently making in your life. You are wanting to test them without consequence before acting on them in waking reality.

The Story About Dicks
A survey in October 2004 conducted in Hong Kong, measured the flaccid penis size of 148 ethnic Chinese volunteers aged between 23 and 93. The average length of their flaccid penises was 8.46cm which compared favourably with similar studies on other men overseas. Chan Lung Wai director of the Urology Center at the Union Hospital who headed the study suggested that "Hong Kong people are no smaller than western men, where their penises are concerned". Other studies of average penis lengths conducted on men overseas included Germans 8.6cm, Israelis 8.3cm, Indians 8.7, Turks 7.8, Filipinos 7.35, Armenians 8.7, Greeks 8.6, Nigerians 9.2, Americans 8.8 and Italians at 9cm.

The Story Of Reaper Part 1...1/3
Location: N.O.R.A.D. Rocky Mountains “neutral” 06:00 M.T. Tuesday As the sun starts to peek over the top of the mountains a young woman gazes out over the horizon, her long black hair gently swaying in the morning breeze. “May I join you?” says a voice from behind her. Startled she quickly turns around only to see the Senior General, but with a grim look on his face. “Why, of coarse you may, Senior General Sir, I’d be honored.” “You can just say sir, ma’am.” “But of course, sir.” As they stand there the General turns toward the lady, “So has it been found yet?” “No, it hasn’t been yet, and it concerns me.” The General asks with a puzzled look, “Why’s that?” The women looked back at the man with a look of death, “Y

Stormy Weather.
Torrent of steam and the smell of sweat faintly in a porcelain tub for two.Making mohawks, over-wet kisses on slippery parts.Trade-offs, parking tolls, use the buddy system.Going by yourself can be dangerous.And I take those big clumsy thick hips in my hand and pull her close.Her sex is magnetic, and I'm a cloud of electricity striking in seemingly random points.her body with a permanent jigsaw fit to mine.It doesn't matter nowwhat I know later.How two people will sever as vehemently and loudly as the cosmos will allow.One man erased, two memories blasphemed, and an unwashable sin that blotted out the sun.I played the fool, while you played the same card twice.Entwined, and plummeting toward disaster.I will never feel another passion like itfor fear or for sense?Maybe fear is sense. You might find fire beautifuldancing as it does in the darkflitting and wafting its sultry curves, enticing- demanding you to touch.

The Storm Before The Calm(the Thoughts Of Mem Chapter 8)
There's A Storm Brewing. In My Mind I Am Drowning.Here Comes The Flood. Will I Succumb To The Pain? Will It Ever Quit Raining? Those Questions I Don't Even Know. I Hardly Sleep. The Darkness Engulfs Me. The Abyss Is The Only Future For Me. If I Wanted Help I Would Have Asked. I Want To Hate The Image In The Mirror. At Least I'm Feeling Something. My Worse Fear Is The One Day I Don't Feel At All. I Feel Like I'm Getting To That Point. So What Though I Don't Care What You Say. I'm Better In My Shadow. It's My Seringeadie. My Home. The Place Where I Feel The Most Protected. My Sacurary. The Place That Will Never Let Me Down. So Let It Rain. Let It Pour. Because This Flood Is Just The Storm Before The Calm. As It Is Written As So It Shall Come To Pass: Quote THe MEMesis. NEVERMORE!!!!!!!!!!

Storm
How long have IBeen in this stormSo overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless formWater's getting harder to treadWith these waves crashing over my head If I could just see youEverything will be alrightIf I'd see youThis darkness will turn to light And I will walk on waterAnd you will catch me if I fallAnd I will get lost into your eyesI know everything will be alrightI know everything will is alright I know you didn'tBring me out here to drownSo why am I 10 feet under and upside downBarely surviving has become my purposeCause I'm so used to living underneath the surface If I could just see youEverything will be alrightIf I'd see youThis darkness will turn to light And I will walk on waterAnd you will catch me if I fallAnd I will get lost into your eyesI know everything will be alrightAnd I will walk on waterAnd you will catch me if I fallAnd I will get lost into your eyesI know everything will be alrightI know everything is alrightEverything's alrightYeaEverything's alright

Storytime
Once upon a time a young goat suckled at the bursting teet of its mother and listened to a wondrous tale of creatures helping each other, no matter their different hide or feathers. "...And then the donkey - who was too tired to be of further use to its master in carrying heavy loads of chopped wood - decided to seek the open road and a greener pasture and escape the fate of becoming a footstool cover. Soon it found a hound dog lying in the heat of the noon day sun." === "Where is your huntsman, hound?" the donkey asked. "Oh, my nose is not what it used to be." the hound howled in a sad and quiet way, "Instead of a squirrel, I treed the huntsman's cat and he almost stuck an arrow through its heart. He threw sticks and stones at me and drove me from his hunting grounds. I am no longer needed, or wanted." The tips of his long ears made question marks in the dust and tears spilled from his drooping bloodshot eyes. The donkey stomped his right hoof and brayed through the clo

The Storm
As the dark skies cover the world I acknowledge the oncoming storm approaching. As I run for my life I feel the cold breeze upon my lips and the sting of rain beat upon my face.I run without turning back,without knowing if he is still behind me.The fear inside me is gnawing away at my spirit,its tearing down my walls and attacking my inner defenses.I run for my life,i run from everything I know,from everyone I know, I cannot take anymore chances, I cannot trust anyone not even myself.My heart is beating so fast I feel like its going to pop out of my chest,my blood is pumping so fast I can see the veins in my hands throbbing.My energy is low and I cannot run any longer I turn slowly afraid of what I might see,afraid of my worst nightmare coming true.Through the trees and brush i see nothing no one is chasing me,all is silent in the woods the only noise is that of my breathing and the bluejay above chirping into the morning sun. My pulse relaxes, my breathing becomes normal as the knife

Stormy
StormyI listen to my heartIt’s beat held in abeyance,All is frozen, waiting,In suspended animationSilent memory,of you.A shout was our last encounter,A celebration of friendship,I like you liking me…you call me David (hugs) ,I smile, my heart races.It’s all as vivid as my most recent breath,Were it my last it would be my bestI hold it expectantly.Memory of you in a corset, Blonde hair, shoulder cocked to one sideThe pause and silent expression of friendship,Blue eyes sun bright,Your departure,To spend with yourLivia, your love.My wish for your safe return,to meSo we may share love,And I may breath again,Look what my friend Does for Me.Cooldavid

Storys!!
I wana walk up behind you, kiss on your neck, while I am sliding my hands down your body, move around start kissing your lips, kissing you pulling your shirt up nice and slow, pulling your shirt off, to my excitement you are wearing no bra, oh my your boobs are so perfect i move down kissing them, sucking on each nipple, making them good and hard bite just a little, there you are head leaned back eyes closed, i reach down un do your pants, sliding them down, and again no panties i am loving it, i lay you back kissing down your body nice clean shaved pussy, i am in ahhh i am loving it, i slide my toung over your clit and you jump just a bit, i am licking and suckin on your clit while i slide my finger inside your now very wet pussy, sliding my finger in and out licking and sucking while i play with your nipples with my other hand, i eat your pussy till you cum over and over, just when you think you cant take it no more i move up kissing you hard sliding my toung in your mouth, just then

The Story Of Dagda
Dagda the 'Good God', Irish God of Abundance and Fecundity Information on Images Without Watermark This Celtic mythology art is a representation of the Irish God Dagda. He is the 'Good God', because he is good at everything he does. He is also the god of the tribes and ancestors. I wanted to do a piece to diversify my portfolio's usual subject matter. While this piece will no doubt seem very grim and dark to some, it is actually not at all. In this painting Dagda is seen in the Celtic other world. He is waiting for the hour of Samhain (Halloween, to most, but literally it means summers end in Gaelic.), so that the feast and procession of the ancestors may commence. His cauldron, that in legend is ever replenishing, is upside down awaiting to be overturned for the feast. His foot is over a hounds skull. This is to show the usual 'rules' separating the worlds are overpowered. His pose is casual and patient.His mallet is at rest after a full harvesting of the earths bounty. On

The Story Of A Girl
...A dumb blonde girl... Hi, my name is: Emily but you can call me: Emily or Emma The one person who can drive me nuts is: Stupid People When I'm nervous: I pace around and talk talk talk! lol The last song I listened to was: Chickenfoot-Sexy lil Thang If I were to get married right now it would be to: A special special special someone My hair is: Getting boring When I was 4: I lived in Alabama with my Parents Last Christmas: I got a new SUV (Jeep Liberty) I should be: Out in the country or on the beach somewhere! When I look down I see: my tummy lol The happiest recent event was: Knocking on mommas door for the first time in months! By this time next year: I am hoping will be better My current gripe is: Being such a loser! lol I have a hard time understanding: Women...Thats no surpraise huh? If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: Momma! I plan to visit: Europe.. someday... If you spent the night at my house: You'd never want to leave! The

Story Of A Heartless Robot That In The End Learned To Love
Upon the stairway of despair,Complete with broken love affairsAnd promises that never came,But faded with a touch of shame,A pretty girl with golden hairAnd innocence so sadly rare,Strove to keep her head aboveA way of life devoid of love.Feeling pinned against Life's wall,She chanced upon a robot tallAnd said, "Please come and share with meWhatever Fate has deemed to be.I'm through with love, done with chancesSpirit crushed by past romances,Just be a friend in word and deed.That's all that I shall ever need.""There's not too much from me to learn,"Remarked the robot, in return."Emotions do not form a partof my cold, solid-steel heart.Whatever maker fashioned meDid not permit my circuitryResponsiveness to love or pain -You're thoughts for me would be in vain.""No matter", spoke the maid. "No moreDo I wish passion to explore.Be someone I can come home toWhen my exhausting day is through.Count yourself a well-worn shoe -A friend that I can slip into . . .Protection from a stone cold f

70 Stories Of Lives Destroyed By H1n1 Vaccine
70 Stories of Lives Destroyed by H1N1 VaccineFrom:psychic outlaw™ (Omi Oshun) the Radiance70 Heartbreaking Stories From People Who Have Had Their Lives Destroyed By H1N1 Swine Flu Vaccine Side Effects While a few stories about adverse reactions to the H1N1 swine flu vaccine have gotten into the mainstream media, the reality is that most mainstream media outlets are extremely hesitant to publish such stories. The general belief in the media seems to be that if they publish a story about a "rare" adverse reaction to the H1N1 vaccine, then the general public may be discouraged from taking the vaccine and more people will get sick. However, this is a totally false assumption by the media. The truth is that reports of serious adverse reactions to the H1N1 swine flu vaccine are constantly pouring in. In addition, the pharmaceutical companies who produced these vaccines spend millions of dollars to advertise on mainstream media outlets. Do you think that the owners of those mainstream m

Story Numero Uno...
It started with us sitting in a lounge, watching TV, chilling, and just having a nice time. Anyway, you kept brushing my thigh or my neck as we sat there, pretending you weren’t doing anything but giving me a look that said you knew just what you were doing. I retaliated by giving you a quick squeeze of your leg when you asked for my hand. I gave it to you, and you took me upstairs to a bedroom, locking the door behind you. You walked up to me and started kissing me softly on the lips, our hands running through each other’s hair as I moved down to your neck, opening up your shirt and kissing you along your collarbone. Then you pushed me onto the bed as we rushed to take our clothes off, leaving you just in your underwear and me in a pair of boxers. You climbed on top of me, straddling and rocking back and forth on my crotch, making me hard and yourself wet as you rubbed against me. I ran my hands all over your curves, one hand on your hip, the other tracing circles along

The Story Of The Phoenix
I DID NOT WRITE THIS, GOT THIS FROM SOMEONE ELSE WHO FOUND IT FOR ME AFTER I BEGAN TO SPREAD MY WINGS AND FLY. BEING ABLE TO SEE AND HEAR AND USE ALL OF MY SENSES FULLY, I AM THANKFUL THAT I AM NO LONGER AMONGST THE WALKING DEAD. SETTING IGNORANCE ASIDE, I OPENED MY EYE AND BEGAN TO SEE REALITY BEYOND THE MATRIX, BEYOND THE ILLUSION THAT WAS SET BEFORE US. There is a bird that lays no eggs and has no young. It was here when the world began and is still living today, in a hidden, faraway desert spot. It is the phoenix, the bird of fire. One day in the beginning times, the sun looked down and saw a large bird with shimmering feathers. They were red and gold--bright and dazzling like the sun itself. The sun called out, "Glorious Phoenix, you shall be my bird and live forever!" Live forever! The Phoenix was overjoyed to hear these words. It lifted its head and sang, "Sun glorious sun, I shall sing my songs for you alone!" But the Phoenix was not happy for long. Poor bird. It

15 Storeys High
Sean Lock lives in a flat. As sitcom premises go, that's fairly high concept, but there you have it. He doesn't really deal with people that well, and has an earnest flat mate called Errol. Some mildly strange things happen. And everything's a bit beige. And it's genius. Come get some. 15 Storeys High on the BBC

Store Safety
While attending college, I worked evenings at a retail store. On slow nights my co-worker Susan would often sing along with the radio while we did paperwork or restocked merchandise. One evening as the manager was leaving I expressed my concern to him about our safety, being two women working alone at night. "Oh, you'll be fine," he said, waving of his hand. "If you see anybody who looks suspicious, just warn him that Susan knows karaoke."

The Story Of Cupid
There is a very interesting story about Cupid and His mortal Bride Psyche in Roman mythology. Venus was jealous of the beauty of Psyche, and ordered Cupid to punish the mortal. But instead, Cupid fell deeply in love with her. He took her as his wife, but as a mortal she was forbidden to look at him. Psyche was happy until her sisters persuaded her to look at Cupid. As soon as Psyche looked at Cupid, Cupid punished her by leaving her. Their lovely castle and gardens vanished too. Psyche found herself alone in an open field with no signs of other beings or Cupid. As she wandered trying to find her love, she came upon the temple of Venus. Wishing to destroy her, the goddess of love gave Psyche a series of tasks, each harder and more dangerous then the last. For her last task Psyche was given a little box and told to take it to the underworld. She was told to get some of the beauty of Proserpine, the wife of Pluto, and put it in the box. During her trip she

Story 1
I called you to tell you that I was going to stay late at work, something came up and we all had to stay late. I told you not to worry about me I would get home late and you didn't have to wait for me. "Ok, baby I will see you when you get home." When you walked in the house everything was ok, the dogs were doing their normal thing, nothing! Marley is just sitting on the couch being lazy and Bingo was standing right by the door waiting for you to come home and start going crazy jumping and spinning around because he is so happy to see you. You do the regular every day thing, drop your bag somewhere, take your shoes off, change your clothes, and you put on an oversized shirt that reaches your mid-thigh. You walk in the other bedroom to get on the internet, as you are about to turn on the light something grabs your hand before you are able to turn on the light, and suddenly grabs you spinning you around and holding both of your arms down as if in a bear hug from behind. You scream of fe

Story 2
-It only takes one, and I am on a missionI pull you up to me leaning back on the bed with you lying on top ofme and between my legs. I star to kiss you with a deep passion,running my hand down your back, grabbing your ass, as my other handcontrols your head from the back of your neck. I start to kiss yourneck and move down to your collar bone. My hands grab a hold of youright under your breasts lifting you off of me just a little bit andpushing you forward so that your breasts are in my face. I continue tohold you off of me and my tongue begins exploring your breasts. Ireach behind you and with one hand snap your bra off. I start bykissing your nipple. Soft little kisses followed by a little bit ofsucking on them. I bite down on your nipple with my lips and pull awaywith my mouth until it comes out of my mouth. The pain feels too good,and you moan with pleasure full pain. I move my face right in betweenyour breasts and kiss them letting them rub on my face. I move over toyour other bre

Story????
A child found on the battle field, robbed of family, stripped of home, is found by a warrior king. Thrust into the care of the kings spy, a boy begins his lessons at the knees of a master. Will this new found tool grow to fight for the man who destroyed his home or, will he turn in his masters hand?

Storm Season Is Here Again. Just A Quick Explanation Of The How And Why I Love It.
How can I as a storm chaser see beauty in something that causes suffering? It turns out that I have been interested in weather for as long as I've known how greatly it can affect people's lives, including my own. I chase knowing nature will always have her way with us. I can't control this, and although I don't enjoy witnessing some of the terrible consequences of severe weather, I accept that that we will probably never be immune to the ravages of nature. I never look forward to the day I directly witness (or undergo) suffering caused by the storms I chase, but I expect such an experience would only intensify my desire to chase and learn. What is it about storm chasing that appeals to me? It is often a stressful and exhaustive undertaking that demands long hours and many miles of driving, with little time to rest, eat, or use the bathroom. However, it turns out that storm chasing is always an aesthetic, unique, and educational experience. This is what makes it worthw

A Story For U
I'm imagining a sunny care free day/ I had cleaned up a bit for you while you relaxed in front of your computer. Looking at the way your polo shirt clung to your shoulders/and how your long shorts just begged to be unbuttoned/I felt the heat from my pussy grow to a raging inferno/I tiptoed over to you, and twirled your black leather chair around/|My black tank top clung to my chest, sweaty with the heat and my desire/My short denim shorts slightly rode up, as I bent down to your level (letting you get a good look down my shirt) and I told you that I needed your cock in me, and that I needed it now. /I licked my lips, and surely my eyes danced with sexual frustration at seeing you but not touching you, but you completely ignored me. You had scoffed at me, telling me to restrain such urges, and that there were some dished downstairs that needed to be washed. You started to turn your chair back to your computer, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop my hand from rising up

Storm
A light rain falls from the sky, And fog as thick as smoke Rests just above the ground. The clouds, dark and heavy with rain, Hang low but move fast. The air is full of the approaching storm. I look into your eyes And I see a storm there too; My heart beats faster as thunder crashes above. Tears fall like rain on my face, As you turn away from me. I call your name, but you don't answer. Lightning flashes through my heart and the sky, And my heart breaks with the clouds, As the rain begins to pour. Before you walk away, you look back one last time. Lightning brightens the sky again, And I can see the pain in your eyes. And then you leave and don't look back, As I stand with rain on my face and a shattered heart, Alone in the storm.

A Story Of Screams And Claws
Once upon a time, about a year or so ago, the children went on a night adventure through the Enchanted Forest. I lit all the tiki torches I had so that they could find their way back. Time passed. Then it passed some more. Then I decided that I needed to launch a search party. I left the confettii at home and brought a flashlight and a dog and, unbeknownest to me, Alexander the Great cat. I fought my way through thorn tipped raspberry bushes and barriers of fallen logs and springy saplings. I started calling out to the children. "LOOK YOU LITTLE BRATS!!! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!" - umm... no I didn't say that. I called their names with ever increasing fervor. Suddenly the opening bars of A Perfect Circle's "Judith" rang out into the dark and vibrant forest from my pocket, because I had that for my ringtone for quite awhile. I answered. "MOM WHERE ARE YOU?????" the oddly annoyed sounding voice of one of my children said into my sweat salted ear. "We're at HOME! WHERE ARE YOU???" I started

A Story Of Love
A solitary rose grew in the darkest corner of the garden surrounded by many others yet remained alone time passed and trials came and went one dealt a severe blow and the rose began to wilt and wither Forgotten.... Then... as if by a miracle... there came a soft and gentle breeze followed by a ray of light as all the other roses fell into darkness the solitary rose began to shine shining with a special light... and watered by a gentle cascade... a cascade of love a cascade of selfless affection "I do... not now but forever...." said the rose to the sunlight and there they remain a rose in full bloom with her sunshine smiling down on her... you are my sunshine, my life, my very soul, and I your rose blooming in the light of your love....

Storms
I watch the storm clouds surround me, Yet luna still shines in between... Lightening flashes through the clouds. I stare, wondering what it means? I think sometimes storms forget.. My soul needs to be quenched. A gentle cleansing of impurities, Or maybe I need to be violently drenched. It really doesn't seem to matter. I believe the storms have left me for dead. They slowly move away from me. Leaving only darkness ahead.

The Story Of The Wish Man...
I am sorry this is a very personal story only open to an extreme few. To give a cryptic hint however tends to be how I always do it....Whenever possible I release 8 white doves for my Surviors, now instead and due to financial difficulties...I will grow my hair instead. For the living.

A Story About J Like The Letter For His Birthday
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a prince named Jay. A huge gala was planned to celebrate the day, but he wasn't really looking forward to the event. You might even say he was a bit skeptical of the success of the evening...See, he didn't have a date. He hadn't even asked anyone to go with him because all the eligible dames in the kingdom were boorish, half retarded likely from incest in the bloodlines or smelly. For fuck's sake, he thought, if any tradition needs to be broken , it's the once weekly baths. Can't these broads smell themselves? Ridiculously nasty. I wish i'd meet a beautiful, witty, heavenly-smelling lass who'd rub my feet and give me bj's for my birthday..... He sighed out loud as he finished the wish then choked back a girlish scream when he saw a rat scurry across the floor of his room. He promptly swatted it with a broom from a nearby corner knocking it out cold... Oh shit...that might have been too coincidental. Could this greasy, nasty li

A Story, An Apology, And A Plea
So I was trying to take a nap today and lines just rushed through my mind for a return letter to Cal Poly. It's my hope to return next Spring quarter, and I've had trouble finding the right thing to say. So instead of napping it away, I got up and wrote it all out. I like it. But we'll see how I feel tomorrow, eh? Anyway, I'd like for anyone that cares to take the time to read it, to please offer suggestions, criticism, corrections, etc. This is very important to me, I'd like to get it right. This is the letter I'll be sending the head of the college of Architecture at Cal Poly for consideration. I can return as an Architectural Engineering student but I don't want to. I want to study Architecture. And so this is my case (warning, it's very long): I made the right choice in leaving Cal Poly. Not only was I wasting your time and resources, I was wasting mine. If I were to continue to drift through classes and ignore all the benefits and assets provided to me by you I'd never

Story, Re-written..
Her eyes burned with tears as she stood quietly overlooking the cliffs above the sleepy town below. A single building with soft yellow light stood out amongst the gloom of night; life in a world full of people drifting on the edge of sleep. The hood that draped over her head hid her face from the brightness of the moonlight that hung low in the midnight sky. The only things visible were two golden pools that peered outward into the darkness. The woman turned from the cliff, her cloak billowing in the wind and disappeared from sight. She stood quietly observing outside of a large window that looked into the tavern. The sounds of clanking glasses, conversation and drunken brawls poured out of the tavern creating a havoc of noise. Her heart thundered achingly in her chest as she struggled to breathe through the tears that slithered like daggers down her face. As she approached the door she paused noting the sign nailed above the entryway of the tavern. The words The G

Storm
The lightening wrote the name of God, Across the green grey sky. The thunder crashed, "His will be done", The hills took up the cry. The sweeping wind with mighty rush, Snatched up the bold refrain. In benediction of the dust, At last there came the rain.

The Storm
She felt his breath, hot and sticky, as she stood by the window watching the violent summer storm outside terrorizing the night. As the lightning danced across her darkened bedroom, his fingers traced her every curve and his lips caressed the warm flesh of her neck. She felt his warm chest pressing into her back and the sounds of his heart banging in his chest was like the rhythm of a bass drum. Her heart began to race and her breaths were quick and shallow. She knew, as she watched the rain claim the land, there was a violent midnight storm brewing...Raven quivered as Tyler's tongue moved from her neck down to her soft shoulders. He reached around and cupped her tits, gently squeezing them as she moaned, trying desperately to hold herself up on her trembling knees. "I need you, Raven," he whispered, squeezing her nipples between his fingertips, "Don't make me beg you."Raven closed her eyes, for a moment, and listened to the thunder crashing outside. When she opened her eyes, another b

A Story Of Rainy Days In Sri Lanka And A Bit Of A Diary For The Christmas Diary Letter List.
Well, what is there to grot about? The leaf man has left so cannot really grumble about him. I am not sure the toad would be happy to be written about today, nor his granddad. Firstly he was exposed when someone lifted the wet mat off his back. Poor thing was just minding his own business in the cracks of the patio. He decided to hop it rather than croak it so did not have his photo taken. An after dinner walk led us to a pond which had the biggest granddaddy frog perching on the edge. He too was disturbed by a nosing person and had to make an unceremonious leap into the pond for cover. I had a massage this morning which was uplifting and only the third one of the whole holiday. It was a Chinese massage, back and head. Worth every rupee too because he sorted my spinal twist and relieved the shoulder knots. We were supposed to be going to the lagoon but the taxi driver had a job on so somehow it could be the lagoona tomorrow and that is our last day here. The rain has not b

Story Of Derek
My name is Brandy. As you may have noticed this month, I dedicated myself in posting something here this month to raise Autism awareness. My 13 year-old son, Derek has autism...this is our story. I had a normal pregnancy with Derek. We were a happy excited newlywed couple expecting the greatest joy that God can give us. I ended up being 2 weeks overdue with my pregnancy and my doctor decided it was time for an eviction notice. I went into the hospital at midnight for the prep to be induced in the morning. I went into labor around 5 am on my own and when the doctor came to check me on the morning rounds at 8 am he looked at the monitor readings and said to the nurse “I don’t like the looks of his heartbeat, I am going to break the water and speed this along.” They broke my water and 1 hour later I had progressed to 10 cm. During the next few hours, Derek had more difficulties with his heart rate. He actually flat-lined in me at one point and then the doctor decided

Story Idea ... Stalker
The knock on the door was unexpected. Peering through the peephole, she could see the man running his fingers through his hair, then he breathed into his hand. Rolling her eyes at the sight, she opened the door. “Can I help you?” “I am your new neighbor from down the hall.” He pointed to his door. “Yes?” she sounded abrupt, not used to dealing with unknown people at the door. “I just wondered if maybe you'd like to go for a drink sometime.” She looks over her shoulder at her kids in the apartment. Oh yeh, I get so much time for that. Turning back to the gentleman at the door, she caught a whiff of alcohol on his breath. Instantly her stomach turned. “Thanks, but that's not possible.” Knowing how people can be when they're drinking, she kept one hand on the door and tried to make her retreat. “Well maybe another time.” “Uh, yeah, maybe. I have to go.” The crash in the hall pulled her attention f

Store Run In
Run in at the store: It is a hot summer day, I was wearing a half shirt, daisy dukes (that barely covered my fat ass), and the highest of high heels, 5” white open toed strappy high heels that tie around the ankles. I was rushing through the grocery store trying to pick up what seemed like a thousand things before heading back home to make dinner. I must have spent an hour cruising from one aisle to the next trying to make sure your cart was filled with everything I needed, yet the entire time there is an uneasy feeling that I am being watched or followed. Shrugging it off as crazy, I kept moving and made it to the check out line just in time to spend another 20 minutes behind the lady with 2000 items and a pouch full of coupons that she was going through one by one. I wasn’t sure I could be more frustrated than I was right then and added to that the hair was still standing up on the back of my neck about something or someone around me.

Stormy Days...graphic Sensuality, Nsfw
It was a soft rainy morning, and the two of us were on the couch watching old movies. I sat at the end with my arm around my lover, her head against my shoulder. We had no ambitions, no plans, and we had settled in after a quiet morning’s breakfast that was filled with smiles and small chitchat. We just wanted to get lost in each other’s company. Occasionally I would lean down and kiss the top of my lover’s head gently, smelling the sweetness of her hair. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew it made her smile each time. Her answer was a gentle stroke of her hand against my chest and I would catch it and kiss her wrist before I let it go. Halfway through a movie, the sky darkened and the rain began to fall heavier. In the distance, occasional echoes of thunder started to roll through. Outside the branches of the trees shook as the wind buffeted them. As if it hand a mind of its own, my hand softly drifted down her arm and back, feeling the smo

The Story
Last night I was going down the street. When I saw a pink Rhino in the middle of the street and I walked over and started feeding him my twizted cupcake. When the men in white coats drove right by u and threw rotten banana’s at my head I then. Ran into to your house and while I was there. Said to him "If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you". Then the Rhino turned to the Purple Elephant and then the purple pig ran into the pink rhino and was laughing so hard he cried green tears. I had to much bean stew and farted...so the pink rhino passed out. But the purple dinosaur liked the bean stew but that didn't say much for how it made his insides feel ewwwww, no don't lick that. But he kept licking that cuz he's a male dinosaur that doesn't listen. that’s when ten foot polka dotted ranger sasquatch came through with a giant leaf blower and then Took the extra twizted cupcakes, threw them at everyone then held the leaf blower up with an evil gr

The Storm
the storm outside is like none she's ever seen before wind violently thrashing through the trees branches repeatedly scraping her windows like fingernails on a chalkboard her heart is racing, why did she tell him to go? now she sits all alone in this big old house electricity knocked out her only friend the flickering light from her candles thunder booms, lightening strikes, wind blows and some other sound was in the mix sounded like glass breaking that is all she needs, she thinks... for a tree to of broken a window allowing the elemets inside her safe haven little did she know though that soon she'd discover she was not so safe it was not the storm breaking into her home

Store For Stylish Mother Of Bride Apparel And Shoes
Shoes Grow To Be A Style Icon Shoes have not only grow to be an important component to our daily outfit but they have grow to be a style icon all on their own. Christian Louboutin Saleinside the olden times footwear had been a indicates of defending your ft in the soil and also to maintain the ft cozy inside the winter and colder months, these days footwear really are a style assertion along with a method of dressing up your outfit and feet. Men and Women's Shoes There are a amount of distinct sorts of footwear regardless of whether it is women's shoes, men's shoes, or children's. inside the area of women's footwear you can have wedges, Christian Louboutin Shoes stilettos, gown shoes, trainers, function shoes, court shoes, sandals, Christian Louboutin 2010 and flip flops. guys possess the possibilities of gown shoes, trainers, sports activity shoes, boots, casual shoes, and wellies. And they are just to brand a few. It employed to become that only girls had been mad about footwear

The Story Of Someone And Me
This story begins earlier than you would expect. When the gods first brought forth man it seemed it was the best they had done. They reveled in the glories man gave unto them. But one day when Zeus was walking among the disguised as a simple man he noticed the corruption and excessive moral decay. He brought this to the others and the sent Nemisis out to see if man was worthy or if they would withdraw. After a long search she was about to report her failure, then she came to a small farm. This farm was enough to take care of the family needs but greed had no hand in the building of the farm. As she approached she saw a man and his sons working in the fields and decided to approach as a poor traveler. She hailed the man and asked for a loaf of bread. The man took her to the house and called to his wife. As his wife entered his face lit up just as his wife's did. The love between them was almost a tangible force. The couple offered to have her join the for their evening mea

Story Of A Girl. First Blog.
A little girl sat by herself in class ignored by the peers and stared at by teachers. Subaru was not liked for she was from another country. It was hard to understand the culture and sometimes she would cry in the bathroom when it was lunchtime and picked on once school was out. Today was no exception three older students waited for her by the entrance on her way out dragging her to a vacant lot only to have some fun with her. Beaten, spat on , kicked, punched tears poured out from her eyes like a waterfall wishing for god to come and save her. After awhile the students stopped and left her alone. She was curled up on the ground for a long while almost to till the night sky was in full swing. She finally came to feeling a massive amount of pain from her bleeding wounds. Tears rolled down her cheek slowly this time standing up and walked on home. Upon her arrival a voice called out form the door. "Subaru, are you ok we I was so worried about you." It was a sweet voice, mother

Storms
Under the fainting tree, She sat there, On this darkened, gloomy day, The clouds so burned, They turned to ashes, Silently they drifted by, Slowly and un-noticeably, She sat there still, The clouds illuminating it's darkness, Its shadows below upon the softened earth, It laid out the shortness of its breath, Yet she sat there still, Crackling of thunder and flashes of lightning, The air began to weep its voice, And the sky began to fall, It cried, It sobbed drops of burning tears, As it fell from above, It coloured and drowned, All that it touched, Into the deepest blue, Into the blackest dew, Into the greyish view, And still she sat there, Staring at the monuments, The eeriness of the crosses, Which made her unable to move, That took her thoughts away, That made her stay, Its coldness, Its fraileness when felt, She sat and stared, Feeling the saddened soil beneath her fingers, The absorbence of life being takened away, How everything was

Storms 1
Dark clouds cover the sky, I hear thunder rolling, Lightning dips the black forest in light. For a moment I can see every leaf Shaking in the wind. A frightened rabbit darts into his hole. The first raindrops start to fall; I need to find shelter, too. I begin to run And the storm unleashes its full force on me. It drums on my face and shoulders, Like a punishment for an unknown offense. My fingers are already numb from the cold; I can hardly stand anymore. Close by I can make out a lightened window. Tripping over a fallen tree in my hurry I have to give myself over to the storm

Stories Behind The Music
http://www.reverbnation.com/tiffanygrace FACEBOOK BADGE Tiffany Grace"like me" on facebook!! Unbroken Soul It was the kind of thing you say will never happen to you, the sort of thing that someone else goes through. It was a dream, and now a distant nightmare I try not to think about, but can't help and play reruns of. Makes you want to listen to blues and drink wine until you can't tell if you're awake or alive. Had me screaming at mirrors like this stranger had something to do with my current conspiracy. Who the hell is this bitch messing with my pride? This little scared girl in the reflection who clearly doesn't belong in my peripheral vision. The hardest thing I've ever been through, like swallowing glass by verbal gun point, makes you wonder if the pain is worth it. All the scars remind you everyday of your life, is that living? One little bullet made of words could have taken all of that away, but I don't know what's out there. Woman with less than I, and more than I

The Story Behind The Name
Of course Grindpa Harvie is not my real name. That name has a story which I am about to share with you. Once upon a time, at the end of 2004, I frequently hung out on Yahoo! chat. Especially in the Metal:3 room. My screen name at the time was Blood Harvester, which came from a song I used to play with the band I was in. Then a lady I knew came in the room, telling me my screen name was too difficult to write or remember. Which is silly because all names in the Yahoo! chat rooms are always visible. Anyhow... The lady in question said she would call me Harvie instead. I thought that was really cute and I immediately changed my sn to that. Since that day on the net I am known as Harvie. Like everybody else I have real life friends. A couple of them can be found in both Wacken 2009 and Wacken 2010 photo albums. Since like forever my friends call me Opa, which means Grandpa, because I am the oldest of the gang. Well, I am not the oldest anymore since the gang grew in numbers but oh well.

Story Of How I Was Injured
I wrote this like 2 years ago.......a lot has changed since then! Let me give you a little background about m. I am married and have 2 kids. I have been in the Army for 11 years and was stationed at Fort Lewis (the first Stryker Brigade). While on my 2nd deployment to Iraq I was injured by an E.F.P. and lost both my legs. For those of you that don't know what an E.F.P. is I will explain. An E.F.P. is an Explosively Formed Penetrator. It is basically a metal cylinder filled with explosives and on the top of it is a copper plate. When it blows up the copper plate gets super charged can go through armor like it's butter. In other words it is a shape charge. I was on a night patrol in Baghdad. We were doing the same kinds of missions that we do all the time. That night my platoon was trying to enforce a curfew so whenever we saw a car we would stop them and tell them to go home. I knew it was going to be a bad night because we were parked at an intersection and someone fired

The Story As I Heard It
PETER and the WOLF Music by Sergei Prokofiev Narrated by Boris Karloff The story was on a 78 LP. When you opened the Album cover, there were pages inside with the pictorial story of Peter and the Wolf. (Imagination Needed) ENJOY http://youtu.be/IB66bInIXAY

Storytime-nsfw-
sliding my shirt over my head.. and no he cant see me.. my chair is blocking his view were he try..sliding it up my body.. over my head... savoring the feel of my breasts being bare... the cool air.. causing my nipples to harden...Damn it forgot something when i got out of the shower.. wonders.. what it wasgrabs her scented lotion.. mulberry..places a small bit in her hand.. rubs hands together to warm the lotion a bit..places her hands on her breasts..gentely caressing...rather enjoying.. the smooth feel of her skin.. so silky and soft.. her body quivers with delight.. as sheas her nail scraps across her hard nipple..she continues to apply the lotion and works it in to her breast... across her rib cage... and her stomach...she feels the heat of her skin as well as a heat between her thighs.. thinking how much she wants HIMhow she wants to feel his hard cock... stroking her hot wet pussy.. she can feel him... even through the phone line.. feel how hard he is...feel how much he wants he

Storm
I'm thinking many thoughts of you, my love tonyte, Imagining my body wrapped around yours so tight.. Rain pouring down as lightning flashes across the sky, It's a passionate night love, for you and I.. Candles all aglow setting a mood just right, Come into my warm embrace, let me love you throughout this night..Let us undress each other slowly, never taking eyes off one another, Give into our sweet desires, as the rain pours down pure passion between each other..Sound of thunder rumbles outside as my heart begins to race, Lightning and candles illuminate our bodies, as we hungrily kiss and embrace..Laying down together upon the soft bed, so much desire in my heart, I look deep in your eyes and tell you my love, how much i miss you when we're apart..While the wind and rain blow all around, against the windows ever so strong, I wrap myself around you tightly my love, for to you I want to belong..As the storm rages on your body covers mine, and we caress each others hot skin, I nibble on

The Storie Of Who I Am
WARREN ROZE SMITH IM FROM INDY I WAS PUT INTO THIS WORLD BY A LOVE N MOTHER AND A DRUNK ABUSIVE FATHER ALONG WITH THREE BROTHERS MY PARENTS WERE DIVORCED WHEN I WAS TWO YRS OLD MY MOM WORKED ALL THE TIME MY BROS WERE ALL OLDER AND THEY NEVER WANTED ME AROUND SO I WAS LEFT IN THE COLD I HAD NOBODY AT ALL I SPENT THE FIRST SIX YRS OF MY LIFE IN THE HOSPITAL HAVE N SURGERYS ON MY ACHILLIAS TENDENT 3 DIFFRENT SURGERYS 3 /9 MONTH REHABS BEFOR I WAS 7 YRS OLD I WAS TOLD I WOULD NEVER WALK BUT MY MOM INSTALLED THE DETERMANATION TO NEVER SAY NEVER I WOULD SIT THERE ON THE HOSPITAL FLOOR SAYN I CANT DO THIS I STOOD UP AND FELL OVER SHE SAID SEE U CAN DO THIS JUST BC U FALL DONT MEAN ITS OVER U GOTTA PICK YOURSELF UP AND TRY AGAIN I KEPT THAT TO MY HEART BC IT REMINDS ME THAT ANYTHING CAN BE DONE IF U NEVER GIVE UP CANT NEVER COULD BY TIME I WAS RELEASED FROM THE HOSPITAL I WAS SO FAR BEHIND I HAD NO FRIENDS I FAILED SCHOOL BC I WASNT THERE SO I HAD TO PICK IT UP BY MYSELF AND MOVE ON I WAS TAUN

The Storm Outside
the storm outside is like none she's ever seen before wind violently thrashing through the trees branches repeatedly scraping her windows like fingernails on a chalkboard her heart is racing, why did she tell him to go? now she sits all alone in this big old house electricity knocked out her only friend the flickering light from her candles thunder booms, lightening strikes, wind blows and some other sound was in the mix sounded like glass breaking that is all she needs, she thinks... for a tree to of broken a window allowing the elemets inside her safe haven little did she know though that soon she'd discover she was not so safe it was not the storm breaking into her home

Story Books Dreams
Story book dreams can come trueas long as I spend my life with you.Growing in love over the yearsLaughing together conquering fears.Chapter by chapter the story growsTouching your face kissing your nose.Snuggling hugging holding you tightfeeling your there all through the night.Knowing you want me like I want youmaking you smile when you feel blue.Hand in mine we walk as oneslowly into the setting sun.Like two peas in a pod, we won't break the shellfor if we do we break the spell.And when the story has to endto heaven we will go Amen

A Story For A Friend Who Has A Bday Coming Up......
WARNING: THIS IS A FANTASY EROTIC ABOUT 2 ADULTS ROLE PLAYING,I DO NOT CONDONE NOR PROMOTE CHILD ABUSE IN ANY FORM! Happy Birthday Daddy Today is my Daddy’s birthday and as his naughty little gurl, I want to make it a very special birthday. So I start the day out by buying him a cake, decorating the house and picking out a sexy outfit to wear for Daddy. I take a long soak in the tub and make sure my body is all pretty for Daddy. He loves it when I’m all shaved and smelling good, so I pay close attention to doing just that. After my bath, I go to get dressed; I picked a very short skirt, no panties, thigh high stockings, lacy bra, a half t-shirt that exposes my belly and the really high heels Daddy bought me so I would look more grown up for Him. He says even though I am his naughty little gurl, I should always dress like a young lady for him, a sexy young lady at that! I get all giggly when Daddy talks to me like that and it makes me so hot for D

Story 1 Part 1
Lying on the bed, arms raised above his head, wearing no chains, no muzzle, his silence and stillness all held in check by his shear strength of will, and his desire to please HER. lying still and silent he awaits either HER touch or command. SHE stares admiringly as he just lays there still and silent. SHE smiles knowing how he NEEDS to fidget and abhores silence but he obays out of either obediance or love for HER, which of the two it is SHE knows not. SHE decides today is the day to test him. SHE walks up next to him, silent, swift, like a predator on the hunt, SHE then speaks to him, "Bitch, open your eyes." his eyes fly open looking straight ahead. "good boy" SHE says as SHE straddles his hips, moving the black satin dress out of the way, HER stilletto heels rubbing on his calves as he grows erect in anticipation. "look at me." she commands him causing his head to move down so he can stare into HER eyes. his eyes the blue of cobalt steel SHE is entranced by the odd color not a blu

Storm Bringer
You are a storm bringer A story-teller A dream catcher You never remember You've only learned the meaning of pain On the night you stared at them in vain Two pale bodies on the floor Taught you the meaning of war Of your love, nothing remains The wind’s howling in your veins Blowing freely in your heart It has been broken apart You are a storm bringer A part-time love seller A child, a trouble-maker You never remember Through life you laugh your way You chase the night away And you never look back Never stop in your track Not before it’s much too late Not before you’re caught by fate You are a storm bringer You never remember

Story
her voice shook me from my reverie...i looked up to intense blue eyes staring back at me and for a moment i was lost in time "can i borrow you ketchup please?" i shook my head "oh yeah sure" and handed her the bottle and watched her walk away...who was that! ...i was dumb founded it had been a very long time since i had seen a woman of such beauty that didnt have a lack of poise or brian power...yet i didnt really know if she did but it was worth finding out and lucky for me she was sitting alone. I approached the table she sat at "hi..um..i just wanted to see if you were done with my ketchup" what the hell was that! i cant believe i just said that how...oh wait theres a giggly spark in her eye maybe im not such an idiot after all..."well if you join me we can both use it" she said with a hint of flirting in her voice ahhh coy nice!! i like coy..."well i think you may be right but how will my waiter find me?" good lord can i get some help untying my tongue...i cant believe what keep

The Storm And The Rainbow
Once upon a time there was a young rainbow women, her mind and body where fully aged, yet the women's soul was still innocent and child like, she lived in a world of smiles and hugs , kisses and stars , glitter and gum drops , a magical place where the women never had any problems, she would gifted others with this world, even if only for a moment at a time, the women never knew of the world outside her realm. The day came that a great storm blew into her world, turning every thing on it's head, yet the women clung to her now fragile lil world, the great storm saw this, it enraged him, he took the form of a man, and came , the storm began to take her world apart piece by piece, till only the bare bones and frame work of this rainbow women's world remained, as the rainbow women began to fall many of those she allowed into her world took there turn to stab her, draining the women of her bright vibrant colors , as she few to the ground, she did not weep , he did not run. The women had lo

The Storm
rain rolling down the windows the world seems at peace waiting for the storm the peaceful existence we live in shattered by flashes of blue and white lighting strikes again and again starting miniature fires that are diminished by the rain this is how life works for everything fires arise in ppl and other ppl fight to put them out its just the world works nature has a funny way of imitation or is it us do we imitate the world around us but with a diminished approach when the clouds vanish and the sun is out will we be around or destoyed by the very storms of our natures or will nature seek our destructions

The Story Of Us , By Taylor Swift
"The Story Of Us" I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us, How we met and the sparks flew instantly, People would say, "They're the lucky ones." I used to know my place was a spot next to you, Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat, 'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on. Oh, a simple complication, Miscommunications lead to fall-out. So many things that I wish you knew, So many walls that I can't break through. [Chorus:] Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking, And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah? I don't know what to say, since the twist of fate when it all broke down, And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now. Next chapter. How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy, And you're doing your best to avoid me. I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us, How I was losing my mind when I saw you here, But you held your pride like you sh

The Story Of Heather
When God first made the world, He looked at the bare and barren hillsides and thought how nice it would be to cover them with some kind of beautiful tree or flower. So he turned to the Giant Oak, the biggest and strongest of all of the trees he had made, and asked him if he would be willing to go up to the bare hills to help make them look more attractive. But the oak explained that he needed a good depth of soil in order to grow and that the hillsides would be far too rocky for him to take root. So God left the oak tree and turned to the honeysuckle with its lovely yellow flower and beautiful sweet fragrance. He asked the honeysuckle if she would care to grow on the hillsides and spread her beauty and fragrance amongst the barren slopes. But the honeysuckle explained that she needed a wall or a fence or even another plant to grow against, and for that reason, it would be quite impossible for her to grow in the hills. So God then turned to one of the sweetest and most beau

The Storm
Shelter me from the storm Of my emotions which seem to swarm Around me, never ending Twisting, turning and bending Burning and yearning on the inside Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide From these feelings I get All though I do regret That I can’t explain how I feel But I know you love will help to heal All the hurt that has amassed From my horrid past

A Story Who Am I
I know of a story 'Who Am I?' From my Granny's Diary The story tells of 'Who Am I?' From my Granny's Old heart She tells the tale of a Mother Mouse that visits her pot-soup and sings, and sings- 'Leave me some meat' all night in her cooking room She tells the tale of a baby Cat that she found in a death-trap That plead to her- 'Take me home and I will make you proud' And so it came home that night to hear the mouse singing It pounce on the Mother Mouse that screamed, and screamed, and screamed- The Cunning Old Mouse do said-'You should at least have ask who am I... And if I dont tell you who I am, then take me as your evening meal' And so the poor baby Cat let her be To ask her 'Who are you?' But in a blink of an eye The Old Mouse dissappeared. The poor Cat went North to South to find the tricky Mouse It also went East to West But Mother Mouse was no where to be found Though Granny fell sick with laughter But truly the Cat made her proud If just for only one thing- The 'Leave me some m

Stories My Father Told Me
Stories My Father Told Me Put on my favorite jeans, got in my pick-up truck, put on my cowboy hat it always brought me luck. Travelin' down the road, when a song came on the radio reminding me of something my father said oh so long ago. Don't ever take for granted, the things God has given you, Don't ever give up on your dreams like so many do. Just when you think something happens for no reason or rhyme, alway's remember God answers prayers one prayer at a time. Ridin' back home in my pick up truck my good ole' 4x4 Ford, tellin' my son all the stories my father told me before.

Story 1
The moon is out and softly the wind blows through the trees. There aren’t any sounds but the sound of our breathing. The night is growing weary but the fire inside us only grows stronger. I watch as you begin to remove your shirt. I watch your succulent breasts softly fall into place beside each other, free of all restraints. I remove my shirt and see the glint in your eyes as we admire each other’s bodies. I move closer to you. I softly wrap my arms around you; pull you close softly kiss and hesitate for the next, so the passion builds, then softly slip my tongue deep into your mouth while I slide on top of you, gently taking each of your breasts into my hands. The warmth from our crotches radiates to each other as my shaft hardens and your lips moisten. I take your nipples into my mouth and run my tongue across each one, feeling your body moan softly from the touch. Your nipples harden in my mouth as I run my teeth over them and begin to suck. You take my head in your han

Story 2
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A prince of the castle fell in love with one of the handmaidens. The prince many times wanted to tell the handmaiden of his feelings for her and one night he finally did. And at that moment the handmaiden told the prince of her feelings for him as well.But the vain princess who wanted to marry him became jealous, she wanted to be rid of the handmaiden! So the princess visited an old witch who give her a potion. When the handmaiden bathed in the lake the princess must pour the potion. The witch told the princess that the potion would transform the handmaiden into a lake naiad. The handmaiden on one hot night decided to bath in the lake and the princess followed the handmaiden and poured the potion into the lake transforming the handmaiden into a lake naiad. If the handmaiden turned naiad attempts to leave the lake then she will die, because she is now the spirit of the lake... "The prince went on a quest to find a way to turn his beloved handmaiden back into a human being. His search l

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I just got back from the parade....Its times like this I am proud to be a Philadelphian-everybody out and having fun, last night girls flashing for beads down on South Street-and St. Patrick's Day really isn't until next week. I am a little jealous though-every year when I go I promise myself Ill take Irish Dance lessons. So if there is anyone out there who teaches a class, you got yourself a student :)

St. Patricks Day
Patron Saint of Ireland born in the 5th Century in South Wales. Brought Christianity to Ireland. When he was 16 years old he was kidnapped, taken to Ireland, used as a slave and put to work as a shepherd. His Christian upbringing helped him endure many hardships for the next 6 yrs, when he escaped to France, to a small island off the south coast, known as St. Honorat. He then went to a monastery in Auxerre in central France. During his time away there, he had a calling to go back to Ireland to spread the gospel. His courage and faith so impressed even the Irish king, “Loganaire”, that he gave him protection. St. Patrick was said to have used the shamrock to spread the gospel. Being a three-leafed symbol to represent the Trinity (God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost) Christianity was there before he arrived, but was not wide spread until then. He introduced Latin as the church language in Ireland and in so doing, helped build an interest of the Classics. He also wrote

St. Patrick's Day Weekend, Remember To Wear Your Green
Good Morning and I hope your up coming weekend will be that of a grand one for you. Hi there. Hopefully the weekend will be a formidable one for me as well. Mandy marches in her last St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Coloma on Saturday. Coloma always does one of those big to-dos for St. Patrick’s Day. Not the Green beer in bars celebration or anything of that nature. They do not color the river water green like in a big city just across the big pond of Lake Michigan. No they only paint a green stripe down the center of Main Street. Many floats and high school bands frequent the parade which is always held on the evening of St. Patrick’s Day. Should be no different rain or shine snow or no. We are considered an all season parade. Although now saying that. I remember a person who mentioned their air port was an all weather facility and when it closed do to a blizzard for 45 hours this man jumped up on the podium Chuck Cannon and purposed to choke the person responsible for coining the phrase t

St Patty's Day Toasts...
Aye, To those that love us, love us To those that hate us, may god turn their hearts if he can't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles So we may know them by their limp ---------------------------------- To St. Patrick, if wasn't for him we wouldn't be drinking green beer! --------------------------------------------------- May you have the hindsight to know where you've been, The insight to know where you are, and the foresight to know when you've gone too far. ------------------------------------------------- May you have warm words on a cold evening, A full moon on a dark night, And the road downhill all the way to your door. ---------------------------------------- May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future. ------------------------------------------------- There are many good reasons for drinking, One has just entered my head, If a man doesn't drink when he's living, How the hell can he drink when he's dead? ---------

St.patrick's Day!
The Run down for my Family is a tradition. Not just one big Bar Hopping party.. We start out at 8am for breakfast.. Then we go to The Marley Bone to get our faces painted...Then we travel to and from bar to bar meeting new people,maybe have a couple of drinks and then it's off to hear local bands and eat some conrbeef & cabbage...drink some more while we go to yet another bar..now mind you by this time it is only maybe noon. So then we get together and decide what is next and where too next.. I usually the Designateddriver but, two years ago I said enough of this crap give me a drink.. I had been The DD for ten years.. It was my turn.. anyhow we have a blast and my entire family goes and know all the people we have meet over the years join us and now our little pary is quite huge.. But so much fun.. I love this day.. HAPPY ST PATRICK"S DAY EVERYONE ...... MYCHELE

St. Patrick
This day, March 17th, is the date St. Patrick died around 461AD. At sixteen, he was kidnapped to Ireland and made a slave, herding sheep and pigs on a farm for six years, until he escaped back to England. In his early forties he returned to Ireland, confronted the Druids, converted Chieftains, and used the three-leaf clover to explain the Trinity. Founding 300 churches and baptizing 120,000 converts, he wrote in his Confessions: "Patrick the sinner, an unlearned man to be sure.... None should ever say that it was my ignorance that accomplished any small thing,..it was the gift of God."

The St. Patty's Pub Partying Predicament
Ahh, the college days of the 90s. Seems like such a long time ago. I would spend hours and hours and hours in the computer lab working on my projects, hours and hours working on other school work, hours in the dorm or the apartment eating, sleeping, showering, relaxing, talking - it was a typical college life. But when March 17th came around, the routine changed. The one day of the year when green was the name of the game, pinch welts were commonplace on the greenless folk, and alcohol flowed like Niagra on steroids. Didn't really matter what day St. Patrick's fell on, every important thing stopped cold. The cops were out doing their enforcing thing (and wearing green of course - even cops don't like being pinched), and the student population all seemed to be reveling in Irish spirit. So much fun! And then before you know it, years pass and I find myself not engaged in March 17th like I used to be. Every year, the interest lessens more. Every year, it seems like just anot

St Patricks Day
OK Here we go Why the F**K do Englishmen celebrate St. Paddys Day?? I mean I have nothing against the Irish or people with Irish in them.. But come on Some Englishmen don't celebrate St Georges Day yet break their necks to the pub and wear a leprechaun (spelling)Hat on 17th March

St. Patrick Revealed
St. Patrick Revealed The man behind the green beer and myth. By David Plotz Posted Friday, March 16, 2007, at 7:12 AM ET Statue of St. Patrick On March 17, revelers will drink green beer (and eat corned beef) in celebration of the man who, according to David Plotz, "didn't rid the land of snakes, didn't compare the Trinity to the shamrock, and wasn't even Irish." In a 2000 piece reproduced below, Plotz stripped the myth away from St. Patrick, evaluating the many different popular incarnations that have arisen in the years since his birth. Today we raise a glass of warm green beer to a fine fellow, the Irishman who didn't rid the land of snakes, didn't compare the Trinity to the shamrock, and wasn't even Irish. St. Patrick, who died 1,507, 1,539, or 1,540 years ago today—depending on which unreliable source you want to believe—has been adorned with centuries of Irish blarney. Innumerable folk tales recount how he faced down kings, negotiated with God, tricked and slaught

St.patty Day
IM PRETTY FUCKIN LUCKY TODAY ONE OF MY FAVIROTE MEN IN THE WORLDS B-DAY IS TODAY.....YEAH MY SON PAGAN HE TURNED 9 TODAY IM PRETTY LUCKY I SAY.....SO HAD EM A PARTY WITH HES LIL BUDDIES WAS FUN....OK ON WITH MY SHIT LAST NIGHT I TIED ONE ON YEAH LEFT SOME PRETTY GOOD COMMENTS ON MY CLOSE FRIENDS PAGES GOTTA SAY SORRY IF THEY WERE A LIL TO OUT THERE...BUT ITS ME SO THEY SHOULD BE USE TO ME.....AND WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE SITE I CANT RATE AGIN IM RATING TO FAST ...HAHA THERES NO FUCKED UP WAY I AM DOING THAT ON THIS DAMN DIAL UP ......WELL I JUST WANNA SAY HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY EVERYONE DRINK UP AND SHARE THE LOVE!!!!!!!!XOXOXO MESHA!!

St Paddy's Day Apology
Good Morning my friends... I just want to take this opportunity to apologize for anything I did last night... it was the Jose Cuervo talking not me... Jose is a bad bad man and he lies.... I am gonna go lay down now. Hangover Kisses to you! Jillie

St. Patties Mayhem. Were Talkin Full Frontal Baby!
ok, so this bar we were at last night had a band playing. great cover band... classic rock and shit, yeah, i was lovin it.... so... they start to play a song... mother fuckin roadhouse blues! damn i love that song! so as i mentioned earlier i'm in my kilt right... well, they are playin the song, and of course, i start jumpin around and shit... cuz by now, i'm like 4 sheets to the wind. i am gone! were talking loooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddeeeeeeeeddddddddd---D! well, at one point, i ended up giving the bar the full frontal scottish salute! HAHAHAHAHA!!! were talkin like i reached down, grabbed my kilt, and like ripped it up to my head level! full frontal! i think every chick in the bar came runnin at that point to see what was up! lol...

St. Patricks Day Adventure
Wow! Yesterday was quiet an adventure, so I can't pass up writing about it. Not only is St. Patricks day my favorite holiday of the year and my parents anniversary, it is also my very dear friend Ryan's birthday. To celebrate, Larry, Ryan, Kimmy, and I all went up to Ryan's dads house in Trinidad. OMG! It is georgous up there! His house is in the moutains in the middle of no where. The view from the house alone is amazing. I felt like I was in heaven. Well, since the guys had gone wondering off, his dad gave Kimmy and I the ATV to go play around with. We had a blast on our first trip out. We found an off road trail and explorded it some, but then went back and Ryan and I went down it again, but all the way till we had to turn around. So once we got back to the house, Kimmy and I went back there so I could show her what she didn't see before. This is were the story gets scarey and funny at the same time. Three fourths of the way down the trail, it comes to a fork, I knew that I was

St Patricks Day
WHERE THE GOLD AT? I wanna know where da gold at! http://www.wherethegoldat.com/ Watch the video for youself and tell me if you see something green with a hat.. You gotta look very close lol.. and tell me what yall think about it!

St.patrick's And,yada,yada!
So I went and bought the boys bunk beds and mattresses.I really like them but,now I need twin bedding for them I think I'm going Sponge Bob.I had fun St.Patrick's day I drank more then anyone and was the only one still not wasted I was laughing.I got the boy's hair cut Sam still has the mohawk!I got some make-up from Victoria's secret and me and Mark got TMNT shirts lol I LOVE mine.Someone tried to vandalize my van ha ha ha!Maybe they should have tried that on someone who dident know shit about cars cause of my popa I know quite a bit but they tried to switch my pluggs around dumb asses and yes I know who it was they wont be trying nothing no more I chained my hood down!I found out that two of my best buddies are having babies so I hooked em up with baby stuff!Im so excited a lil baby!he or she will grow up with my hooligans awwwwww!I get my permanent crowns tomarrow hooray!anyways fill ya in on more later xoxoxoxoxoxo Cherry Tap!~Icis~

1st Paragraph/ Moved To Blog
OK, Here's the deal, I'm cleaning out my closet. I delete supposedly some of the people on my friends and fan list. If you do not visit or I have no interaction from you what so ever, How can you be a friend. A friend to me on-line is like a friend in the real world to me. I would like to keep my friends list lean, only so I can bring the proper attention to the people that I interact with or visits regularly just to say Hi! If I deleted you and you by some chance read this, I'll add you back. Because some people think that CherryTap is a game and who has the most friends or fans WIN! Well I'm not really big on numbers and I don't want to be Mr Popularity. You can downrate me if you like and I don't really give a crap about that either, because I know I look good suga, because my mama told me so. LOL! Honestly I'm here to make new friends and meet some cool and beautiful hearted people,if more happens, that would be fantastic. I don't want to seem like I'm coming off as rude, but that'

St Patrick Skull
Bud Nelson, from New York; flew to Knock Airport in the west of Ireland on business. As he walked down the stairs from the plane onto the runway he noticed a small Irishman standing beside a long table with an assortment of Human Skulls. "What are you doing?" asked the American. "I'm selling skulls", replied the Irishman. "And what skulls do you have?" said Bud. "Well, I have the skulls of the most famous Irishmen that ever lived!" said the Irishman. "That's great!" said Bud. "Give me some names!" "Well!" said the Irishman, pointing to various skulls. "That one there is James Joyce, the famous author and playwright, that one there is St. Brendan, the Navigator, that's Michael Collins the leader of the 1916 rising, and that one there is St. Patrick, the Patron Saint of Ireland...god bless his soul." "Sorry" said Bud, "But did you say St. Patrick?" "That's correct!" said the Irishman. "I have to have that!" said Bud and paid him £50.00 in cash. Bud

2008 St. Patrick's Day Contest
> HaPpY St. Patricks Day CONTEST Alright EVERYONE... it's that time of the year... WhooooooooooooooT!!! Lets Pimpout all your GREEN!! If you wish to enter just send me a photo or link sporting your GREEN!!! (psssssssst gotta have the green or you might get pinched~~but that's all) **STARTS** March 1st @ Noon {EST} Ends March 17th @ Noon {EST} ~~~~PRIZES~~~~ 1st Place- HAPPY HOUR!! (40k min) 2nd Place- 1 month VIP (30k min) 3rd Place- 7 day BLAST (20k min) 4th Place- 100k FU-BUCKS (10k min) Winners will be based on Comments AND Rates {Rates are worth 3 comments} So The More The BETTER!!! ~~~~RULES~~~~ 1. No Drama ... it starts you're gone! 2. Photos entered must be SFW! 3. No Scripting or Blasting allowed! 4. But Most Of All~~HAVE FUN! ~~~~HOSTESS~~~~ LadyღKATE //Proud Member of the Spanker♥Family//

St Patty Auction
center>Click here now! You KNOW you want to!!! now accepting entrants for JAK's and DJ YUMMY's Leaping Leprechaun Auction...be the lucky leprechaun for a month to the highest bidder..entrant fee of $100,000 fubucks minimum of $200,000 to open bidding...if you are interested in entering private message JAK for the ladies and DJ YUMMY for the guys with the link to your pic and what you are offering to the lucky winner. lets get this started march 1st DJ Yummy~co-owner @tabooTaken By DJ Kidd ~@ fubar JAK@ fubar

St. Patrick's Day Parade
St. Patrick's Day Parade Saturday, March 15 > official website The annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade rolls down the lower section of Magazine Street and St. Charles Avenue. Marchers and riders in the parade will have plenty of green beads and doubloons and, if the visitor is really lucky, he or she might catch a coveted potato or head of cabbage. The tuxedo-clad marchers also hand out paper flowers in exchange for a kiss on the hand or cheek. Make sure you wear something green – with so many parade goers, the law of St. Paddy’s day attire is strictly enforced and if you don’t follow it, you may just get pinched. There is also a block party located at Annunciation Square, near Chippewa and Race Streets. Show up and you’ll find plenty of Irish music and dancers, food from local restaurants, arts and crafts booths, wine and beer. Off-street parking is available. All proceeds go to benefit St. Michael’s Special School

St Patrick's Day Presentation !!!
"OWN YOUR VERY OWN LEPRECHAUN" Its the month of March, and you know St Patrick's day is coming soon. I am going to host an auction for that special day. Entry Fee is 100,000 fu-buks it will start March 12th at 10:00 am pst and will end on March 16th at 10:00pm pst minimum bid will start at 200k If you are interested please send me a Fu-Mail with the following things: 1~ 100,000 fu-bucks entry fee 2~ The link for the picture you like to submit 3~ A list of your offer for the highest bidder. Examples: - Add to family or top friends for month - A personal salute. - Pimp out bulletin or blog. - Pix,stash rated during Happy Hour - One gift a day - daily comments & keeping that person sh*t faced for the entire month - Add to my messenger - A phone calls RULES OF THIS AUCTION: (SERIOUS BIDDERS ONLY) PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU BID! 1. NO DRAMA. VIOLATORS WILL BE BLOCKED. 2. THE CONTESTANTS RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE ANY BIDDERS. 3. ALL BIDDERS MUST HAVE A VERIF

St. Pattys Day
I cant wait for this month to be over!!! first i need to let my friends know that if luTin and myself seem distant this will explain it to you. We lost our son due to a freak accident 15 years ago. He was 2 months from his 5th birthday. The reason that this month is so hard on us is the fact that he died on St Pattys day in 1993. WOW he would of been turning 20 may 18th. this is the reason we just aren't ourselves. Thank you all!

St. Patrick's Day Auction Is Open Now
> > > > > > > > > > "OWN YOUR VERY OWN LEPRECHAUN" > > St Patrick's day auction will start Today March 12th at 10:00 am pst and will end on March 16th at 10:00pm pst > minimum bid will start at 200k > > > IT'S ST PATRICK"S DAY. > FOR ALL THE BIDDERS: YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO RECEIVE SOME OF THE FINEST LEPRECHAUN THAT FUBAR HAS TO OFFER! I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT FU-BUCKS. OR VIRTUAL GIFTS... I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT SPECIAL PERSON, YES THAT PERSON, YOU WANTED TO HAVE AS YOUR VERY OWN LEPRECHAUN!!! > YOU CAN BRAG AND SAY YOU HAVE THAT PERSON FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH! CHANCES ARE, YOU WILL PROBABLY KNOW A FEW OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS AUCTION. > GO BID ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE OR WANT TO GET CLOSER TO!!! > > WHAT ELSE DO YOU GET! > > SERENADES, PERSONALIZED PICS, GRAPHICS, POINTS, AUTOGRAPHED ITEMS, ETC! > THIS IS GONNA BE A VERY SPECIAL OPPORTUNITY ON FUBAR FOR ST PATRICK'S DAY! > FOR ALL THE CONTESTANTS: > NOW YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO FIND OUT WHO IS YOUR S

St Patrick's Day Auction Is Open Now!!!!
"OWN YOUR VERY OWN LEPRECHAUN" St Patrick's day auction will start Today March 12th at 10:00 am pst and will end on March 16th at 10:00pm pst minimum bid will start at 200k IT'S ST PATRICK"S DAY. FOR ALL THE BIDDERS: YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO RECEIVE SOME OF THE FINEST LEPRECHAUN THAT FUBAR HAS TO OFFER! I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT FU-BUCKS. OR VIRTUAL GIFTS... I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT SPECIAL PERSON, YES THAT PERSON, YOU WANTED TO HAVE AS YOUR VERY OWN LEPRECHAUN!!! YOU CAN BRAG AND SAY YOU HAVE THAT PERSON FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH! CHANCES ARE, YOU WILL PROBABLY KNOW A FEW OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS AUCTION. GO BID ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE OR WANT TO GET CLOSER TO!!! WHAT ELSE DO YOU GET! SERENADES, PERSONALIZED PICS, GRAPHICS, POINTS, AUTOGRAPHED ITEMS, ETC! THIS IS GONNA BE A VERY SPECIAL OPPORTUNITY ON FUBAR FOR ST PATRICK'S DAY! FOR ALL THE CONTESTANTS: NOW YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO FIND OUT WHO IS YOUR SECRET ADMIRER AND WHO WOULD LOVE TO BE YOU. MINIMUM BIDS START AT

St Pattys Day!
What Your Shamrock Says About You You express yourself well - you are very verbal. You are good at perceiving the world and understanding people. At times you can be moody and lack direction. You have an artist's temperament. You consider yourself a lucky person. Luck always seems to be on your side. You are traditional, easy going, and appreciative of the simple things in life. The Shamrock Personality Test

St. Patricks Day...
To all my friends that I don't get to send a message to this is for you... MYPROFILEKISSES.COM ...I hope you all have the best day and lucky times with whatever you do this week. Thank you all for reading this and being a friend, comment back if you feel the same.

St. Pat's Day Special
My favorite rebel song: Johnson's Motor Car (Look it up on itunes!) 'Twas down by Brannigan's Corner, one morning I did stray I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say "We've orders from the captain to assemble at Dunbar But how are we to get there, without a motor car?" "Oh, Barney dear, be of good cheer, I'll tell you what we'll do The specials they are plentiful, the I.R.A. are few We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar And we'll give the boys a bloody good ride in Johnson's Motor Car When doctor Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes He says this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star You could hear the din all through Glenfin of Johnson's Motor Car But when he got to the railway bridge, some rebels he saw there Old Johnson knew the game was up, for at him they did stare He said "I have a permit, to travel near and far" "To hell with your English permit, we want your motor ca

St Patricks Day Happy Hour....
The Official "Liberated Spice" St Patrick's Day Happy Hour Annoucement May the lilt of lush laughter lighten ever road, May the midst of Irish magic shorten every road. May you taste the sweetest pleasures that fortune ever bestowed, And may all your friends remember all the "favors" you are owed. You All Know Here, She's The One That Shows Up At You Your Time Of Need. The One That Whole Heartedly Promotes You, Spanks Everything Ya Got, And Just Shows The Love For Friends, From A Heart Of Gold. That's Right People, Teresa Aka "Liberated Spice" And She Is Having A Special St Patrick's Day Happy Hour For All Her Friends To Enjoy Her Very First Happy Hour Ever!!!! So At 5:00 Pm Fubar Time(8:00 Eastern) Get Your Irish Up, And Show Her The Love, She So Deserves!!!! There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it; And the sun of his labor with pleasure

St.patrick
my dear friend,i am not irish,but accepted from me this great st.patrick day,salutings and greetings for all my celtic friends,. celtic-kelta,this is hungarian word,deos,t mean, people cames from east..many hungarian words are in english,..lolove.laslo ,from hunland-hungary

St. Patrick Was A Murdering Bastard
Patrick was a Christian priest whose mission was to convert the population of Ireland to Christianity. The Druids, however, stood in his way. The Druids were very important people in Ireland at that time, and their symbol was the Snake of Wisdom. Druids could be priests of the old religion of Ireland, but there were also much more. One part of the Druid class were the "Bards", whose job it was to remember all of the history of the people, as well as to record current events. Because the Irish Celts did not rely on a written language, everything had to be memorized. Bards were poets and musicians, and used music and poetry to help them remember their history exactly. Because of this, Bards were highly respected members of the Irish society. The Irish believed that history was very important, for if you didn't remember what had happened in the past, you couldn't safely plan for the future. Bards, therefore, held the future of the people in safekeeping. Another important part of the

St.paul Pioneer Press Read On The Minnesota Vikings
By Rick Alonzo ralonzo@pioneerpress.com Article Last Updated: 08/31/2008 12:25:45 AM CDT The Vikings cut their roster to the 53-man limit Saturday, and rookie left tackle Drew Radovich made the team, a move that bolsters the depth at the position in the wake of the Bryant McKinnie's four-game suspension. As expected, rookie quarterback John David Booty made the team ahead of Brooks Bollinger, who was released. Rookie linebacker Erin Henderson, the younger brother of E.J. Henderson, won a job. Receiver Martin Nance was a casualty of a numbers game as the Vikings kept just five receivers. Safety Michael Boulware, who emerged from the locker room Thursday at Dallas with his right forearm and wrist heavily wrapped, was placed on injured reserve. Here's a look at the roster: QUARTERBACK Who made the team: John David Booty, Gus Frerotte, Tarvaris Jackson The skinny: Jackson gives the Vikings the best chance to win, so they need him on the field. He should be ready to p

St Patricks Day In Ireland
St. Patrick's Day is celebrated in towns and cities right across the globe, but it's probably fair to say that nowhere can the festivities match the excitement and atmosphere of St. Patrick's Day in Ireland. In Ireland, St. Patrick's Day is more of a religious holiday similar to Christmas and Easter. Many Irish people start the day by going to mass and offering prayers for the Saint and missionaries all over the world. After that people flock to their local village or town to see the annual Saint Patrick's Day parade – and this is where the real celebrations begin! With grand parades, community feasts, charity show, the mass, St Patrick's Day is celebrated in Ireland with great gusto. The parades, shamrocks, and green beer are provided primarily for tourists. In fact, it has turned out to be one of the most celebrated events in Ireland and a major tourist attraction. Saint Patrick's Day is celebrated worldwide by the Irish people and increasingly by many of non-Irish descent (u

St Patricks Day In United Kingdom
The largest Saint Patrick's Day parade in the UK is held in Birmingham over a two mile route through the city centre. The organisers describe it as the third biggest parade in the world after Dublin and New York. Other Saint Patrick's Day parades take place around the country including in London where the largest minority community is Irish. The Lanarkshire town of Coatbridge where the majority of the town's population are of Irish descent also has a day of celebration and parades in the town centre. In Birmingham, St. Patrick's Festival is one of the city's premier community events, with the Irish community numbering around 140,000 people. Manchester hosts a two week Irish festival in the weeks prior to St Patrick's Day, not surprising giving that the city claims the largest Irish population in Great Britain outside of London. The festival includes an Irish Market based at the city's town hall which flies the Irish tricolor opposite the Union Flag, a large parade (claiming to be th

St Patricks Day Around The World
Florence, Italy Around St. Patrick's Day, the city hosts 'Festa Irlandese' - ten days of live music, food and drink. The event takes place in a huge tent and attracts thousands of visitors who avidly consume the Italian interpretation of Irish food and drink, including potato soup, beef in Guinness, smoked salmon and gallons of stout. Oslo, Norway The Irish community in Oslo celebrates with a lively parade through the city. Nearly a thousand people join in the fun as the parade steps off through shopping streets, past Oslo cathedral, on to Town Hall Square for some entertainment. Accompanying the pipe band are St Patrick, driven by a red-bearded chauffer in a horse and cart, and a host of other colorful Irish characters. In Germany Munich is the only German city holding a St. Patrick's Day parade owing to the considerably large Irish community. The parade is organized by the German-Irish Society of Bavaria and has been held every year since 1996. Meanwhile it has evolve

St Patty's Day Auction Bulletin
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St. Pattys Day Auction
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St Pattys Day Auction
YEP WE ARE DOING IT AGAIN WE JOINED ANOTHER AUCTION YEP...THAT'S RIGHT IT'S A SAINT PATRICK'S DAY AUCTION SO LET'S WEAR THE GREEN AND BID BID BID I'M SMUT HE IS AWESOME TO OWN I{MZ.BELLE}KNOW I HAVE OWNED HIM ALOT HE HAS LOTS TO OFFER AND LETS FACE IT HE IS HOT MZ.BELLE{ME} WELL HERE I AM AGAIN BY DEMAND I'M STILL LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TAME ME I'M SMUT HAS TRYED HIS HARDEST BUT HASN'T YET CAN YOU TAME ME? THIS BULLY BROUGHT TO YOU BY MZ.BELLE MZ.BELLE~Shadow Levelers~Fu Owner/Owned By I'm Smut~~@ fubar (repost of original by 'MZ.BELLE~Shadow Levelers~Fu Owner/Owned By I'm Smut~~' on '2009-02-10 21:17:37')

St. Patties Day Auction. (taking Entries)
Image by Cool Text: Logo and Button Generator - Create Your Own Image by Cool Text: Logo and Button Generator - Create Your Own Above your looking at the auction picture. Your offering will be on the right. Aution starts Feburary 28th, 2009 at 6pm - futime and ends March 14, 2009 at 6pm - futime

St. Patrick's Day Auction
I'M UP FOR AUCTION :p YUP, you heard correct MMMMHMMMM... THE RUMORS ARE TRUE BID TODAY!! YOU THINK YOU CAN OWN ME? COME GET ME! WHEN YOU GO TO CLICK TO BID ALSO CLICK THE YELLOW LINK UNDER THE PIC TO VIEW CURRENT BIDS WITH BABY'J'S NEW CODING AUCTION ENDS MARCH 16TH AT 9PM FU-TIME

St Patricks Day Auction
OK I'm up for Auction again. Here is what I offer: OWNED BY _____ IN NAME FOR 1 MO #1 FRIEND FOR 1 MO #2 FAMILY FOR 1 MO RATE ALL PICS 11 DURING HH TILL DONE RATE ALL STASH DURING HH 2 SFW PERSONAL SALUTE PIMPOUT ON PAGE Keep you Shitfaced DAILY COMMENT ADD TO YIM The higher the bidding the more I add. Ask me what you want? I do not need a VIP. If Bling packs are offered. I will use 1/3 of the credits on you. If a 65 Credit bling pack is offered i will give you 1 Auto 11 bling If a 135 credit bling pack is offered i will give you 2 Auto 11' bling's Anything higher and I'll give you 50 percent of the credits on you. Click the pic and Bid!!!!!

St Patty's Day Auction
Hey all its me DJ Tazman and im in a St Patty's Day auction so please come bid on me .I am offering 1.Rate pix durring happy hour. 2.Add to top friends and or family. 3.Added to fu owner blog. 4.Added to fu owner pimpout on my page. 5.I will make you 3 morphs of ur choice. If you cant bid please just rate the pic id appreciate it . Thank you for all the rates and bids in advance !!!! Just click the pic below to go rate and bid

St. Patty's Auction! ((closed))
WOOHOO!! It's auction time!! I'm up for auction in a St. Patty's Auction.....Go check it out and see if you can afford me! LOL :P.....Thanks for all the bids ahead of time =D Just click the pic:

St. Patty's Day Auction
Happy St. Patty's Day Auction Auction will open on March 1st and will end on March 8th @ 10pm Central Time. Also the one with most rates at the end will win a $19.99 bling pack! Here Are The Auction Rules! 1. The entry fee will be 50k to enter 2. If you are going to use a NSFW pic please make sure you note that in the subject line so I know TY! 3. I will be promoting this heavily BUT self promotion is a must! 4. Absolutely NO drama or I will delete your auction. Lets have a BLAST with this! 5. I am not responsible for the highest bidder paying you 6. Please PM your entry's no shout boxs please! 7. Let's Have Fun and Happy Bidding! Fu-mail entry's to SinfulBrat if you like to enter.

St. Patricks Day Auction
Saint Patrick's Day March 1st - March 17thAuction Are you in need of some Fubucks.. Then you came to the right place Come and Bid On The St. Patty's Day Auction.. The auction is now open to all of fubar. It will end on March 17th at midnight Fu time. So come and bid on your favorites!!! Offer a 30 day crush and all the mush. A salute for them safe or naughty, make them feel like such a hottie. Give them blings, rates and go on fubar dates. Offer them daily or weekly, custom pics. Make them your number one fam and friend and you'll make bucks in the end. Click on the pics below to bid on your favorite HOTTIE....!!!!!

St Patty's Day Auction
Im goin to host an auction for St. Patty's Day.. You ask why? Cuz in my mind its one of the biggest drinking holidays of the year, and why not celebrate it on fubar! There will be a 20k fuckbucks entry fee, and you get to set your own guidelines of your end of the deal. Such as, add me fam, their name in yours, random gifts, rate all pics, etc... The starting bid for everyone will start at 50K, i will be advertising the auction every chance i get, but the more you advertise, of course the higher bid your likely to get! Send me a private message if your intersted and include the link to the picture in which you wish to use! Thank you and hope to have a good auction!

St. Patty's Day Bling Drawing
ST PATRICKS DAY BLING DRAWING All it takes is a little rating…..running through St. Patty's Day......Don't miss out...... Rate 100 pics of DVLS ANGL DVLS ANGL@ fubar or IRISHCHARMS IRISHCHARMS@ fubar to receive 1 entry……That’s right you can earn a total of 12 entries per week PRIZES: 1 – Auto 11 or Cherry Bomb 1 – 20 pt bling 2 – 10 pt bling 4 – 5 pt bling 5 – 3pt bling 10 – 1 pt bling PM Dvls Angl with the number of rates for your entry.......this is the only way entry can be verified

St. Patrick's Day Auction
WANT TO BE OWNED?? I am going to be holding a St. Patrick's Day auction. If you want to be auctioned off there is a 15,000 fu-buck entry and I need a link to the photo you want entered into the contest...I am going to start accepting entries ASAP.. Just send me the link to the photo, your offer, and 15,000 entry fee. Don't forget to advertise... ;) Hit me up if you are interested in being involved. NSFW pix allowed and would love to have some St. Patrick's Day theme photos entered also. This is not a bombing contest so please tell your friends NO BOMBING....Bidding only!!! 100K minimum bids

St Patricks Day Auction
ST. PATRICK'S DAY AUCTION Ending: Tuesday, March 17th Midnight EST (9pm Fubar Time) AUCTION INFORMATION: * Auction will be for fubucks AND/OR cash/bought gifts. * Auction open to anyone * No entry fee to participate * Auction will run for one week and end on St. Patrick's Day night * Person with the most Auction Picture Rates will win a bling pack * Top winners in the auction will be auctioned off again LIVE in DDR for fubucks only (number to be determined by total number of entries, minimum of top 5 entries) To enter, Contact Contest Hostess: dj nilla ~owner of ~DIRTYDEEDSRADIO.COM~ @ fubar

St Patty's Day Auction Brought To You By Dj Sexy Sheila
Yeah Yeah I know another freakin auction!!!!!!!!!! Here it is! Plain and simple!!!!! click below :) Brought to you by: DJ SexySheila *OMEGA BOMBER*KO GIRL~*!!!! St PaTtY's DaY aUcTiOn !!!!!!!! started: March 11th ends March 20@8pm EST bully posted by: Lizzie Doll ~GrEeTeR~ at ViPeR's DoLL HoUsE@ fubar

St. Patty's Day
Nookie Green An Irish man went to confession in St. Patrick's Catholic Church.. 'Father', he confessed, 'it has been one month since my last confession. I had sex with Nookie Green twice last month.' The priest told the sinner, 'You are forgiven. Go out and say three Hail Mary's.' Soon thereafter, another Irish man entered the confessional. 'Father, it has been two months since my last confession... I've had sex with Nookie Green twice a week for the past two months.' This time, the priest questioned, 'Who is this Nookie Green?' 'A new woman in the neighborhood,' the sinner replied. 'Very well,' sighed the priest. Go and say ten Hail Mary's.; At mass the next morning, as the priest prepared to deliver the sermon, a tall, voluptuous, drop-dead gorgeous redheaded woman entered the sanctuary. The eyes of every man in the church fell upon her as she slowly sashayed up the aisle and sat down right in front of the priest. Her dress was green and ve

St. Patricks Day Special
In more ways than one St. Patrick's day holds special meanings for me, but the most important one would be a special anniversary to two people special to me. My dad use to go out to this bar in Middlesex, New Jersey called Tim Kerwin's. Tim Kerwin's is an Irish Pub. The story he tells is that this bar was also frequented by Lee Van Cleef, before he became famous and while he still lived in the area. Any way, dad and some of his friends were out at the bar on St. Patty's Day, drinking green beer and getting into the spirit. It is at this time that my mom and her sisters went into the bar. When they met, my dad (who I am named after), introduced himself as Kelly Fitzpatrick (not his real name of course, lol). When dad went to meet her family she introduced him as, of course, Kelly Fitzpatrick. Well, an Italian and Irishmen, well, at least he was Catholic lol. After that dad made his confession on his real name, but until the day he died, mom's side of the family, as well as she

St. Patty's Day Bling Auction... Closes @ 10pm Est
Do you need BLING? Well, here's your chance to win it! Carrie is holding an auction for just one day. Come place a bid on four blings! Click on the bling icon to make a bid. You could win: Shamrock Green Beer Green Beads Kiss Me, I'm Irish Sticker Auction will end at 7pm Futime on Tuesday, March 17th. Winner

St. Pattys Auction Results
St. Patrick's Day Auction Results Submissive Desires WINNER: Lickmaster with a bid of 1.2 mil. imcrazybitch WINNER: Sixtyninemunch with a bid of 700K Bebe WINNER: Sniper with a bid of 25 bling pack and a nekkid pic of him. LOL. KellyLynn69 WINNER: SixtyNineMunch with a bid of 900K Dust Me Pink WINNER: Jak with a bid of a 65 bling pack Ring of Fire WINNER: Kitten with a bid of 5 million fubucks SixtyNineMunch WINNER: ME (Bebe) with a bid of a 25 bling pack and a 7 day blast.

St Pattys Day
well im bored its st patricks day cheers all and one more to the regiment P.P.C.L.I, i was looking through a mumm today and came across a video on youtube in fact today alone i took 3 videos off of youtube and put them in my stash the last one intitlied "all i can think of is HAHAHAHAHA thank god i live in the west" the reason i downloaded these three is because they all made me LOL so i hope you laugh out loud like i did, and have a good night.

St. Patty's Day Real History
Today, folks all over will wear green and hoist a pint in honor of "Saint" Patrick (who was never actually canonized a saint, btw). But if you ask them about the man they celebrate, they actually know very little. "Didn't he drive the snakes out of Ireland?" Well, not literally. In fact, snakes are not, nor have they ever been, indigenous to Ireland. ST. PATRICK & THE DRUIDS OF IRELAND Patrick was a Christian priest whose job it was to convert the population of Ireland to Christianity.. The Druids, however, stood in his way. The Druids were very important people in Ireland at that time, and their symbol was the Snake of Wisdom. Druids could be priests of the old religion of Ireland, but there were also much more. One part of the Druid class were the "Bards", whose job it was to remember all of the history of the people, as well as to record current events. Because the Irish Celts did not rely on a written language, everything had to be memorized. Bards were poets and musician

St. Patty's Day Dom
...I didn't expect this of myself... I took total control. I told her to do things...suck the cock. bite the nipple. We took turns and I ended up being the favorite..My tits, sucking ability and general lust proved me to be a winner. I was bossy, yet I was the favorite. He fucked me until I was lying on the ground trembling. Before all the action, we discussed what was to take place. I had been raped, so I thought I was mostly submissive...I held myself tightly, squeezed my thighs together with a uneasy thought. That position has proven to be something I cannot deteremine just yet. A pleasure that seems too exotic to remain still. I was complimented later on for being flexable. Being a switch is my whole... It seemed I was blind to the pleasure I could be accepting in previous encounters. I whipped, I bossed, I masturbated, I deep throated, I made him tingle, I was the favorite.I am worthwhile. So casual. So relaxing. She stroked my breasts and told me to relax as the co

St. Paul
Well its that time of year again!!! Im at my Aunt Sandys and Uncle Parrs place...and so far Im having a great time I miss tommie immensely however, and sometimes he dances around in my head and distracts me...but thats alright....I know Im coming back to him....and that is a comfort. The drive to North Dakota starts on monday....and wednesday is my 20th birthday....Holy fucking shit Im not going to be a teenager anymore...how weird!!! Anyway, just wanted to write a stat...signing off!!

St Patty's Day Fake Foursome...irish Eyes Are Not Smiling Here....
Well fake buster friends if this is your thing we have quite a special ride for you tonight. We have a whole bunch of fun ones here…..ready, set, boom…. First off, we have a fake barmaid from a lounge with 10,000 rates. It’s pretty sad when you have to use a fake to get people into your lounge, but that’s another story…here’s the page.. Vanillasky Barmaid The Forbidden Reststop@ fubar

St Patty's Day Fake Foursome...irish Eyes Are Not Smiling Here....
Check the blog below and to the left with the same title...don't forget to rate , tell your friends and post your comments as always and please don't forget to rate it a 1, 3, 6, 10 or 11..:D

St Patrick's Day Auction
The page will be hosting it's first auction for St. Patrick's Day. All Angels and Hotties are free to enter and all others will pay 1 million fubucks. I am going to place a 2 million fubucks minumum bid on it. If you are interested, please see the picture in our default folder for rules and info.

St. Patrick's Day Auction
Hosting a St Patrick's Day auction. Deadline to enter will be Fri March 4, 2011. Auction will begin Sat Mar 5 at 12:01 am and end Mar 17 at Midnight EST. Starting bids at 1 mil each. Leave a comment if you would like to enter and please send me a private message with a link to the photo you would liked used and what you would like to offer for your auction. And remember to get ppl to vote on your auction. The person with the most votes will win a boomerang! UPDATE: Please send your auction offering and link to your photo as soon as you can. As of now I have over 20 ppl in the auction and will need time to make the auction photos. Thank you so much in advance! Nicole

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St Patricks Day Auction!
ST PATRICK'S DAY AUCTION! JOIN BY 8PM EST MARCH 12TH! COST IS 500,000 FUBUCKS TO JOIN! ALL BIDDING WILL BEGIN AT 500,000! WILL MAKE A FOLDER JUST FOR THE AUCTION THAT WILL BE PRIVATE UNTIL THE AUCTION STARTS! AUCTION WILL BE OPENED AS SOON AS I RECEIVE 5 ENTRIES! AUCTION WILL END ON MARCH 16TH AT 6PM EST! IF YOU WANT TO ENTER PRIVATE MESSAGE ME WITH WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO OFFER THE PERSON WHO WINS YOU! FUPAL ME THE 500K BEFORE I ADD YOU TO THE AUCTION! ONCE I HAVE THE 500K I WILL MAKE YOU A PERSONALIZED GRAPHIC AND UPLOAD IT INTO THE AUCTION FOLDER! JOIN THE FUN!

St. Patricks Day Auction
ST. PATRICKS DAY AUCTION Auction will open on March 11th & will end on March 16th @ 10pm central time. Here Are The Auction Rules! When I get 5 entry's I'll open the auction Entry fee will be 5 mill The min bid will start out at 10 mill Absolutely NO drama or I will delete your auction. Must have a salute to enter I am not responsible for the highest bidder paying you. Last day to enter is March 9th @ 10pm central time. All I need is your offers & a SFW pic Let's Have Fun and Happy Bidding! Fu-mail entry's to Darlin if you like to enter. Bulletin/Auction Brought To You By: Darlin FM2 N AO by Jim PLZ REPOST FOR ME THANKS

St Patrick's Day , The Reason..
I decided to post my first blog just to say yeah, did that! at least once. I decided to paste a little history on why we observe the upcoming holiday. St. Patrick's Day is celebrated on March 17, the saint's religious feast day and the anniversary of his death in the fifth century. The Irish have observed this day as a religious holiday for over 1,000 years. On St. Patrick's Day, which falls during the Christian season of Lent, Irish families would traditionally attend church in the morning and celebrate in the afternoon. Lenten prohibitions against the consumption of meat were waived and people would dance, drink and feast--on the traditional meal of Irish bacon and cabbage. Facts about Irish Americans There are 36.9 million U.S. residents with Irish roots. This number is more than eight times the population of Ireland itself (4.5 million). Irish is the nation's second most frequently reported ancestry, ranking behind German. Across the country, 12 percent of residents lay claim

St. Patty's Day Lotto
Entry is 3 credits per entry You may purchase coins for yourself or for someone else. The more purchases, the higher the prize is. "Win half of the credits" There is no limit on the amount of coins you purchase. If you purchase more than 1 entry for yourself or someone else, their name and how many were purchased will be under there tag. The last day to purchase coins is March 15th. You could win half of the credits...So tell ya friends!! Send bling credits to Darlin with the name of who it is for and their name will be placed on the tag. Click pic below to enter!! St. Patty's Day Lotto Brought to you by:

St. Peter And The Nuns
A bus full of nuns plummets off a cliff. They all die. Nuns are admitted to Heaven through a special gate and are expected to make one last confession before they become angels. Several nuns are lined up at this gate waiting to be absolved of their last sins before they are made holy. "And so," says St. Peter, "have you ever had any contact with a penis?" "Well," says the first Nun in line, "I did once just touch the tip of one with the tip of my finger." "OK" says St. Peter, "Dip your finger in the holy water and pass on into heaven." The next Nun admits that "Well, yes, I did once get carried away and I, you know, sort of massaged one a bit." "OK" says St. Peter, "Rinse your hand in the holy water and pass on into heaven." Suddenly there is some jostling in the line and one of the nuns is trying to cut in front. "Well, now, what's going on here?" says St. Peter. "Well, your holiness," says the Nun who is trying to improve her position in line, "If I'm going to have to

St Peter
A man dies and he meets St Peter at the Pearly Gates. St Peter says to him: “ Here’s how it works. You need 100 points to make it into heaven. You tell me all the good thing’s you’ve done and I will give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how good it was. When you reach 100 points, you can come in.” “Okay, “ the man says. “ I was married to the same women for 50 years and never cheated on her, even in my heart.” “ That’s wonderful,” says St Peter, “ that’s worth 3 points! “ “ Three Points?” the man exclaims. “ Well, I attended church all my life and I was as regular contributor to the plan giving.” “ Terrific!” says St Peter. “ That’s certainly worth a point.” “ One Point?”! Let me see, what else did I do? I use to help in a shelter for the homeless.” “ Fantastic!” says St Peter. “ That’s good for 2 more points.” “ Two points?!” Exasperated, the man gives a big sigh and says, “ At this rate it’ll only be the grace of God that I ever get into

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St Peter Going Get Me, But Yeehaw Sister Amen Im With Ya
AHHAHAHA, OKAY, I'M GOIN STRAIT TO HELL!!!! > >> > >> Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven. > >> > >> > >> At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says, 'Sisters, > >> you all > >> Led such exemplary lives that the Lord is granting you six months to > >> go > >> Back to earth and be anyone you wish to be > >> > >> > >> The first nun says, 'I want to be Sophia Loren;' > >> > >> > >> And *poof* she's gone. > >> > >> > >> The second says, 'I want to be Madonna and *poof* she's gone. > >> > >> > >> The third says, 'I want to be Sara Pipalini..' > >> > >> > >> St. Peter looks perplexed. 'Who?' he ask > >> > >> > >> 'Sara Pipalini,' replies the nun. > >> > >> > >> St. Peter shakes his head and says, 'I'm sorry, but that name just > >> doesn't > >> Ring a bell.' > >> > >> > >> The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. > >> Peter. > >> > >> > >> St. Peter reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands

St. Peter's Spicy Christmas!
Three men die in a car accident Christmas Eve. They all find themselves at the pearly gates waiting to enter Heaven. On entering they must present something Christmas-y. The first man searches his pocket, and finds some mistletoe, so he is allowed in. The second man presents a Christmas card, so he is also allowed in. The third man pulls out a pair of panties. Confused at this last gesture, St. Peter asks, "How do these represent Christmas?" He answered, "They're Carol's."

St. Pete's Finest Arrest Man With Giant Penis
ST. PETERSBURG — The night started with a complaint about a giant penis statue. Before it was over, police had pinned the owner of the art gallery to the ground and taken him to jail. "Oh, my God," said gallery owner Bill Schramm, his glasses falling off in the scuffle. "This is the city's response to a penis. That's fabulous." Officers arrested Schramm and another man after a raid Friday night on the Erotic Lounge in the Grand Central District of St. Petersburg. It wasn't the statue that they were arrested for. Instead, investigators said they saw a nude man in the gallery, a violation of a city ordinance that prohibits places that serve alcohol from allowing the public display of genitals. The gallery's show on Friday included a cypress penis statue larger than a person in front of the gallery. Schramm said he installed it there about 5 p.m. Sometime during the evening, police received a complaint about the statue. A St. Petersburg police officer stopped by, told

St3ph4bi3 Needs Help And Im Offering Something For It!
TWO TAGS FOR EVERY 100 COMMENTS LEFT ON THIS PIC. WHEN YOU HAVE LEFT 100 COMMENTS, SEND A MESSAGE TO SWEET THING AT THIS LINK... http://fubar.com/user/1016224 DON'T FORGET TO RATE TOO! AND PLZ REPOST!!!!!!!! (repost of original by 'St3ph4ni3~ Owned by DJ CHIEF~Love you Andrew Aka TANK*Rate Spankers And Redneck Leveling Crew Member' on '2008-05-17 21:21:46')

1st Pimp Out
OK...heres my first PIMP OUT....I am trying to help my baby level up to henchman status. If any of you havent already checked out her page please take a few minutes and drop some love. Shes an awesome person and a great friend to have. THANK YOU ALL

1st Pimp Pt2- Finished Product Grade "a" Wat U Think?
ID LIKE TO GIVE MY VERY FIRST PIMPOUT TO A SPECIAL GUY! HE'S HONEST, LOYAL, HANDSOME ATHLETIC HARD WORKING FATHER OF 2 BOYS AND A FABULOUS FRIEND. TAKE THE TIME OUT TO STOP BY HIS PAGE AND ADD, FAN, RATE & CRUSH HIM! SCOOP@ fubar DON'T FORGET TO STOP IN ON DA PIMPETTTE!! Cherry~ Amitekyuman ~@ fubar

1st Place
This year's winner was Mr. Merv Grazinski of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Mr. Grazinski purchased a brand new Winnebago Motor Home. On his trip home from an OU football game, having driven onto the freeway, he set the cruise control at 70 mph & calmly left the drivers seat to go into the back & make himself a cup of coffee. Not surprisingly, the Motor Home left the freeway, crashed & then overturned. Mr. Grazinski sued Winnebago for not advising him, by reading the owner's manual, that he actually could not do this. The jury awarded him $1,750,000 plus a new Winnebago Motor Home. The company actually changed their manuals on the basis of this suit just in case there were any other complete morons buying their recreation vehicles.

1st Place Yall
LAST NIGHT WAS FUCKIN SWEET ROMO WAS ON FIRE....Tony Romo racked up 306 yards and tied a club record with five TD passes in leading the Cowboys to a third straight win, 38-10, over the Bucs on Thanksgiving. IZ THAT NOT FUCKIN SWEET OR WHAT...I SMELL PLAYOFFS

1st Place Winner Prize Update
CONTEST UPDATE... this was asked to me this morning and it is a good point so here it is. if you are the 1st place winner in my contest and you are already a vip.. the question was..can i get a blast instead? my answer to this is yes you have the option to either have the one month vip or the 7 day blast.. p.s. dont forget to send those pics in..contest starts friday october 5th at 6am..

1st Place Winner Confrimed
1st place winner confirmed!30 DAY BLAST CONGRATS TO VANITY CHARM Current rating: 10.08 (26) Uploaded: October 07 2007 Comments: 30005 Vanity Charm{Pitbulls}*F.A.R.*DSC*@ fubar ALSO THE HOST OF THE CONTEST WANTED TO THANK EVERYONE FOR ENTERING HIS CONTEST ! Â®Ã˜Ã³â„¢@ fubar WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY YOUR ONE AND ONLY $DJ BABY BOY$ ~DJ FOR THE GIT-R-DONE REBEL FAMILY & BOMBSQUAD~{ DIRTY SOUTH CREW}@ fubar

1st Place For Best Bully : Njexoticdiva ( 1 Boomerang )
** Ready To Go! Come Get Some! ** ** Twaune Valentino did it Again! ** **Show Him Love Celebrating His 2 Year Auction Anniversary** ** And Please Be Sure to Rate My tag…** ** Make sure to Bid on Me so You can Own me & I’ll Show You some Serious Hard Lovin! ** ** And Of Course as always Twaune has a Large Selection to choose from ** ** So Be Sure to Stop on By Fubar’s Best Auctioneer and Come Get Some!!! ** ** I’ll Be Waiting For You!!** ** Bully Broadcast by: ** NJExoticDiva77 FuCT MILF ofKarizmaNRoosSons (repost of original by 'NJExoticDiva77 FuCT MILF ofKarizmaNRoosSons' on '2010-06-16 07:05:16')

1st Post
well where do i start? ok, well i was hoping ot post some pics on here but my laptop wont accept my cam. if anyone has any ideas, please share. other than that, i like to say whats up to all the kickass peeps on here who accepted my invintation. all your profiles rock, everyone check them out and give them 10!!!! well its cold as fuc* here, and other than that same thing. work sucks but when its over you can have a beer. i think i'll do that later jb

1st Post
Well a friend suggested this place..I am married so I don't know how I can benefit from this "bar" but I'm giving it a go.. I am looking for friends! feel free to message me or leave a comment. Again, only looking for friends. thnx

1st Post
I guess I'm supposed to write something here. I really don't have anything fantastic to talk about at the moment. Sorry. I'll think of something eventually. I have writers block at the moment..... *annoyed sigh*

Stp-plush
And I feel that times a wasted go So where ya going to tommorrow? And I see that these are lies to come Would you even care? And I feel it And I feel it Where ya going for tommorrow? Where ya going with that mask I found? And I feel, and I feel When the dogs begin to smell her Will she smell alone? And I feel, so much depends on the weather So is it raining in your bedroom? And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray Would you even care? And I feel it And she feels it Where ya going to tommorrow? Where ya going with that mask I found? And I feel, and I feel When the dogs begin to smell her Will she smell alone? When the dogs do find her Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow To find it, to find it, to find it When the dogs do find her Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow To find it, to find it, to find it Where ya going for tommorrow? Where ya going with that mask I found? And I fee

1st Prayer
Brothers, when you weep for me Remember that it was meant to be. Lay me down and when you leave Remember I'll be at your sleeve. In every dark and choking hall I'll be there as you slowly crawl. On every roof in driving snow I'll hold your coat and you will know. In hot cellars in searing heat At windows where a gate you meet In closets where young children hide You know I'll be at your side. The house from which I now respond Is over staffed with heroes gone. Men who answered one last bell Did the job and did it well. As fire men we understand That death's a card dealt in our hand. A card we hope we never play But one we hold there anyway. That card is something we ignore As we crawl across a weakened floor. For we know that we're the only prayer For anyone that might be there. So remember as you wipe your tears The joy I know throughout the years. As I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through.

St Practice Since Dislocating His Left Should
NASHVILLE -- Jake Locker has practiced for the first time since dislocating his left, non-throwing shoulder and coach Mike Munchak said the Titans quarterback is on target to return when Tennessee hosts Indianapolis on Oct. 28. Locker loosened up Wednesday by throwing a few short balls before working in individual drills. He also threw during 7-on-7 for the defence for his first practice since dislocating his left shoulder Sept. 30 for the second time in four games. Munchak said Locker did what they hoped he would be able to do, and the coach watched the eighth pick overall in 2011 in individual drills. "It was what we hoped hed be able to handle," Munchak said. "Now its just to see how sore he got and keep progressing and giving him more to do. Hes a guy you have to hold back. He wants to be out there. In his mind, hed be able to play tomorrow if he had to play. Well see how sore he got from what he did today and keep adding more to his routine." Veteran Matt Hasselbeck wi

!st Quarter Final: England Beat Australia 12-10
Australia (10) 10 Try: Tuqiri Pen: Mortlock Con: Mortlock England (6) 12 Pens: Wilkinson (4) Jonny Wilkinson was the scourge of Australia again as his four penalties put England in the World Cup semi-final after a thrilling win in Marseille. Lote Tuqiri's try put Australia 10-6 up but Wilkinson's boot and a dominant scrum kept England in the game. There was little flowing rugby in the second half but England's powerful pack gradually ground Australia down. Wilkinson and Stirling Mortlock both missed kicks in a nail-biting climax, but England held on for a famous win. Wilkinson may well claim the headlines with his 12-point haul - which made him the World Cup's all-time leading point-scorer - but it was England's pack which did the real damage to an Australia side who were odds-on to make the last four. England's front row of Andrew Sheridan, Mark Regan and Phil Vickery pulverised Australia at the scrum and laid the platform for the back-row trio of Le

21st Quiz
Your Kissing Grade: A You are truly an amazing kisser. Your kisses are extraordinarily mind blowing. Whether you're naturally a good kisser or not, you've taken the time learn how to be the best kisser possible. Anyone would be lucky to get a kiss from you! How Do Your Kisses Rate?

"stranger On Earth"
"STRANGER ON EARTH" Some fools don`t know what`s right from wrong. But some how those people belong. Me, I tried for all I`m worth, But I still remain a stranger on this earth. Some people bloom while other people thrive. Me I gotta struggle to keep alive, every since the day of my birth. I`ve been a stranger, stranger on this earth. I try to be what all people should,forgetting the bad & doing good. But no matter how I try my troubles always multiply. Now I`ve been living the best I can, ever since life began. Someday when I prove my worth, I won`t be no stranger on this earth. I`ve been living the best I can. Lord knows ever since my life began. The day`s gonna come when I don`t have to prove my worth, And I won`t be no stranger, I won`t be no stranger on this earth.

The Strands In Your Eyes
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky Never revealing their depth Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above Chorus I'll be your crying shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival, you're my living proof My love is alive not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above Repeat Chorus I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said Repeat Chorus

Strawberries And Cream Anyone?! :p
Strawberries! You are incredibly seductive and can tempt any hottie. Try using strawberries, and other sweet fruits as part of your seduction. Throw in a blindfold for extra pleasure. Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com

Strangers In Love
STRANGERS IN LOVE (DEDICATED TO ERNEST E. HARRIS) WE BARELY KNEW EACH OTHER AND YET WE WERE IN ONE ANOTHER'S ARMS EMBRACED IN THE WARMTH OF OUR LONELY BODIES. IS THAT NOT ALL IT WAS ? LONLINESS AMONG TWO STRANGERS THAT SHARED COMMON DREAMS AND DESIRES. BUT AS WE GAZED INTO ONE ANOTHER'S EYES SOMEWHERE IN THE NIGHT WE REALIZED THAT WE WERE MORE THAN LONELY AND WE HELD ONTO EACH OTHER. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL , THE MOON GLOWED AND THE STARS SHINED AS IF A THOUSAND JEWELS HAD BEEN SPRINKLED LOVINLGLY UPON THE HEAVENS, THE WIND WHISPERED A SONG OF LONGING AND HONESTY, THE TREES SWAYED TO AND FRO IN TIME WITH THE MUSIC OUR HEARTS WITH-POURED. THAT NIGHT WE KISSED BY THE MOONLIGHT AND LISTENED TO THE TRUTH UPON THE WIND. WE WERE BLINDED BY THE STARS IN THE SKY AND DANCED LOVINGLY TO THE MUSIC OF OUR HEARTS. WE FELL IN LOVE AND BECAME LOVERS AS OUR SOULS OUT SHINED THE MOON. IT WAS THE FIRST TIME AND WHAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME THAT I EVER

Strawberry Daiquiri Pie
1 (9 inch) graham cracker crumb crust or baked pastry shell 1 (8 oz.) pkg. cream cheese, softened 1 (14 oz.) can Eagle sweetened condensed milk (not evaporated milk) 2/3 c. frozen strawberry daiquiri mix, thawed 2 tbsp. light rum Red food coloring (optional) 1 c. whipping cream, whipped In large mixer bowl, beat cheese until fluffy. Gradually beat in sweetened condensed milk until smooth. Stir in daiquiri mix, rum and food coloring if desired. Fold in whipped cream. Pour into prepared crust. Chill or freeze 4 hours or until firm. Garnish as desired. Refrigerate or freeze left overs.

Strawberry Rhubarb Jam
Makes 12 half-pint jars Ingredients 4 cups rhubarb, thinly sliced 4 cups of fresh strawberries, sliced 4 tbsp lemon juice 1/2 tsp salt 10 cups granulated sugar 2 (3 1/2 oz) packages powdered fruit pectin Directions 1. In large kettle combine all ingredients except the sugar. 2. Cook over high heat until mixture comes to a full boil. 3. Add sugar and keep stirring. Be sure sugar dissolves into the mixture. 4. Return to boil and boil for another minute, stirring constantly. 5. Remove from the burner and skim off the foam with a spoon. 6. Spoon the hot jam into hot (preferably half-pint) canning jars. Leave 1/4 inch of space at the top. Wipe the jar rims and adjust the lids. 7. Place the jars in a boiling water canner for 5 minutes (begin timing when the water starts to boil). Remove jars from canner and cool on racks.

Strawberry Ice Cream Sandwiches
Yields 15 sandwiches 1 cup shortening 1 cup white sugar 1/2 cup packed light brown sugar 2 eggs 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour 1/2 cup cocoa powder 1 teaspoon baking soda 1 teaspoon salt 1 cup semisweet mini chocolate chips 15 scoops strawberry ice cream, softened 1. Heat oven to 350 degrees F. 2. Beat shortening, sugar, brown sugar, eggs and vanilla in large bowl until creamy. Stir together flour, cocoa, baking soda and salt; add to egg mixture. Stir in chocolate chips. Drop by heaping tablespoons onto ungreased cookie sheet. Flatten each with palm of hand or bottom of glass into a 3-inch circle about 1/4-inch thick. (Add 2 tablespoons flour if dough is too soft to handle.) 3. Bake 8 to 10 minutes or until almost set. Cool 1 minute; remove from cookie sheet to wire rack. Cool completely. 4. Place scoop of slightly softened ice cream on flat side of one cookie; spread evenly. Top with second cookie, pressing lightly. Wrap in foil; imm

Stray Dog
While others merely use film noir in movies, Kurasawa uses it to perfection. Set in post WWII Japan, the film is about a young Japanese detective, Murakami (Toshiro Mifune) whom on one hot summer day gets his gun stolen by a pickpocket. Rather than facing the shame of reporting his gun stolen, he decides to investigate on who took it. Aided by a seasoned veteran detective, Sato (Takashi Shimura), they discover a criminal underworld in which the young detective's gun was sold and used to commit several crimes, including murder. Such events cause Murakami to become obsessed with finding the gun and the murderer. However as we get deeper into the movie, the audience is able to see how this investigation turns out to a deep look into Murakami's own criminal ambitions. Kurasawa proves once again that he's the master at film making as he's able to tell a story about a man searching for a criminal that shares many of his own qualities, but with different choices leading them down to different

Strawberry Shortcake, What Does Your Dessert Choice Say About You????
If all of the desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, Which would you choose (Sorry, you can only pick one!) Trust me...this is very accurate. Pick your dessert, then look to see what psychiatrists think about you. After taking this dessert personality test, Here are your choices: 1. Angel Food Cake 2. Brownies 3. Lemon Meringue 4. Vanilla Cake with Chocolate Icing 5. Strawberry Short Cake 6. Chocolate on Chocolate 7. Ice Cream 8. Carrot Cake Now, you can't change your mind once you scroll down, so think Carefully what your choice will be.............. OK - Now that you've made your choice this is what research says about you... 1. ANGEL FOOD CAKE -- Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzy items. A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day. Others perceive you as being childlike and immature at times. 2. BROWNIES -- You are adventurous, love new ideas, are a champion of underdogs and a

Straight Up - Paula Abdul
Lost in a dream I don't know which way to go A-let me say, if you are all that you seem Then, baby, I'm movin' way too slow I've been fooled before Wouldn't like to get my love Caught in the slammin' door How about some information, please? (Chorus:) Straight up, now tell me Do you really wanna love me forever Oh, oh, oh Or am I caught in a hit-and-run? Straight up, now tell me Is it gonna be you and me together Oh, oh, oh Or are you just havin' fun? Time's standing still Waiting for some small clue A-let me tell you now, I keep getting chills When I think your love is true I've been fooled before Wouldn't like to get my love Caught in the slammin' door How about some information, please? (Repeat chorus) (Bridge 1:) You are so hard to read You play hide-and-seek With your true intentions If you're only playin' games I'll just have to say A b-b-b-bye, b-b-b-bye (Bridge 2:) Do, do you love me? (Do, do you love me, baby?) Do, do you love me?

Strap On Dildo Information
Strap On Dildos and Sex Toys Basics This article is to assist you in finding a strap on dildo you will be happy with and that fits your needs. Many females and males alike will find a want or need for strap on sex toys and there are many to choose from. Picking the right one requires you to look at what the strap on will be used for. The intended purpose will direct you to a strap on dildo to fits your needs. Strap on dildo harness Types The strap on harness comes in many configurations. Important things to look for in a harness: * Fit - Will the strap on dildo harness fit your body type? Not all dildo harnesses will fit every body type. They do come in one-size fits all but in some cases this is not true. The Strap on dong harnesses can be made of a couple different types of materials. Not all these materials will fit every body type without adjustment. * Strap-on dildo harness made of elastic - Strap ons made of this material will fit many body types. Peop

Strange Sex Laws
Yes, I'm THIS fucking bored!!! Note: The accuracy of these purported laws is questionable. -- In Bakersfield, California, anyone having intercourse with Satan must use a condom. (An asbestos one we presume.) [This also includes anyone who may be Spawn of Satan.] -- In Oblong, Illinois, it's punishable by law to make love while hunting or fishing on your wedding day. -- In Minnesota, it is illegal for any man to have sexual intercourse with a live fish. (Apparently it's OK for woman.) -- No man is allowed to make love to his wife with the smell of garlic, onions, or sardines on his breath in Alexandria, Minnesota. If his wife so requests, law mandates that he must brush his teeth. -- Warn your hubby that after lovemaking in Ames, Iowa, he isn't allowed to take more than three gulps of beer while lying in bed with you -- or holding you in his arms. -- Bozeman, Montana, has a law that bans all sexual activity between members of the opposite sex in

Strange Days
Feeling rather strange again today. Maybe it is the chill lingering in the air bringing us the news that fall has definitely arrived. Than again maybe it is the knowledge that I am going to finally get to bring this depressing chapter of my life to an end and begin another. I only know that I can't seem to stay focused on any one thing today even though I know I need to. maybe once I know Randy is home from work this afternoon I can get myself straight for our staff meeting and the evening ahead. Yesterday I did manage to get my macs finished though it seemed to take me forever to get them the way I wanted them. I even goofed on the league ad and had to find and correct my mistake. It was such a small simple mistake that it eluded me for quite a spell even though Randy found it immediately. I decided last night to do some changing on my LC page. I am still not quite finished, but it seems to be coming along fine for now. I just have to come to a decision on which graphics I want

Strawberry Tortilla Torte
0 Mission® Soft Taco Size Flour Tortillas 12 oz. low-fat Cream Cheese at room temperature 1 Tbsp. grated Orange Peel 2 Tbsp. Orange Juice Concentrate 1/2 cup Brown Sugar packed 1 1/2 tsp. Cinnamon 1 Tbsp. Granulated Sugar 2 cups Fresh Strawberries sliced and tossed with 1 Tbsp. sugar Whip cream cheese, orange peel, juice concentrate, brown sugar and 1 teaspoon cinnamon together. Place 9 tortillas on a dry surface and spread each evenly with cream cheese mixture. Stack the 9 tortillas on a baking sheet and top with remaining tortilla. Brush top with melted butter and sprinkle to taste with cinnamon/sugar mixture. Bake at 400 degrees F for 20 minutes, or until fork inserted into center comes out clean. Cut torte into wedges and top with strawberry mixture.

Strawberry Margarita Cheesecake
1 1/2 cups pretzel crumbs 1/2 cup butter or margarine, melted 1 cup fresh strawberries, hulled 24 ounces cream cheese, softened 1 cup granulated sugar 4 large eggs 1/4 cup fresh lime juice 1/4 cup tequila 1/4 cup Triple Sec Garnishes: lime slices, fresh strawberries Combine pretzel crumbs and butter; firmly press on bottom and 1 1/2 inches up sides of a 9-inch spring-form pan. Bake at 325 degrees F for 8 to 10 minutes; set crust aside. Place strawberries in container of an electric blender; process until smooth, stopping once to scrape down sides. Reserve 1/2 cup purée. Beat cream cheese at medium speed with an electric mixer until fluffy. Gradually add sugar, beating well. Add eggs, one at a time, beating after each addition. Stir in 1/2 cup strawberry puree, lime juice, tequila and Triple Sec. Pour into prepared pan; pour reserved strawberry purée on top in a circle and gently swirl batter with a knife. Bake at 325 degrees F for 1 hour and 10 minutes (center w

Strawberry Tiramisu
I use fresh chopped strawberries in a layer inside, and fresh whole berries to decorate the top. Strawberry Syrup 1 Pint Strawberries, Hulled 1 Cup Granulated Sugar 1/3 Cup Strawberry Liqueur Put strawberries into a glass or enamel saucepan and mash with a potato masher. Cook over low heat for about 5 minutes or until the berries are soft and tender. Line a sieve with a large square of cheesecloth folded in half. Put it over a large glass measuring cup. Scrape berries and juice into the sieve. Gather the cheesecloth into a ball and allow the mixture to drip through. You should have about 3/4 cup strawberry juice. Discard the cheesecloth. Rinse the saucepan and return strawberry juice to the pan. Stir in sugar. Bring to a boil over medium heat and boil for about 1 minute, until a clear syrup forms. Remove the pan from the heat. Rinse the sieve and strain the syrup through again. Skim any foam off the top. Cool to room temperature, add the liqueur, and chill the syrup

A Straight Heart Line
Carve into your arms Something cryptic that no one will understand Put on a smile Something that will show anything but happiness Dig yourself a grave So that nobody else can do it for you What’s wrong love? Have you gone blind? Sewed your lips together Up and down like a perfect heart line Your arms moving like floating feather Carve into your arms All the names you banned Put on a smile So that everyone can only guess Dig yourself a grave Leaving it with no name Just another straight heart line

The Strategy Of The Dolphin By Dudley Lynch
an analogy from Dudley Lynch's book called The Strategy of the Dolphin A carp symbolized codependent behavior, a shark represented aggressive behavior and a dolphin stood for the ability to cope and excel in a changing environment. "Dolphins" like a challenge and are able to thrive in a tough environment. They are expert at reading the currents of organizational attitudes, searching for clues and monitoring developments. They are very adaptable, swim well in constantly changing water, float in any current, dive in any pool. Being both team players and self-reliant, dolphins can coordinate actions or act completely alone. If things aren't working, dolphins will change tactics until something does work. Dolphin behavior around sharks is legendary. Using their intelligence and strong will, they can be deadly to the sharks. Bite them to death? Oh, no! Dolphins circle and ram, circle and ram. Using their bulbous noses as amphibious bludgeons, they methodically crush a shark's rib cage

Strangeland
I can't remember the entire dream but I remember the part right before I woke up: I was in thia room that had a bunch of these tables that were set up like a maze. There was all sorts of junk on the tables ranging from dirt to gadgets that didn't seam to serve any purpose. Then there were all of these babies crawling around the room. They weren't just crawling though...it was more like scurrying like a spider does and just about the same agility and speed. The babies had no hands...instead they had nothing but feet. They were walking on all fours like a cat or dog. At first they seamed harmless, they would just follow me around. Then they started to get closer and people were actually jumping up on all of these tables to get away from them. The babies would look up at me and draw their lips back to show thier teeth and a erie scream would come from them. Their faces were all disfigured like they had been in a fire and terribly burned and scarred. I was tryi

Strawberry Compote Crepes
Ingredients: 1 cup sliced strawberries 2 kiwi fruit, peeled and sliced 1 navel orange, halved, peeled and sectioned 1 cherimoya, peeled, seeded, and chunked or 1 cup pineapple chunks 1/2 cup red or green seedless grapes, halved 3 Tbsp Grand Marnier or Triple Sec (orange) liqueur 4 crepes at room temperature 4 Tbsp light frozen nondairy whipped topping, thawed - fresh starfruit slices or mint for garnish Servings: 4 Nutritional analysis per serving: calories: 301 grams of fat: 3 mg. cholesterol: 41 g. fiber: 7 mg. sodium: 120 % calories from fat: 11 Instructions: In bowl, toss together fruit; spoon Grand Marnier over. Chill for up to several hours. To serve, divide fruit among 4 crepes; fold crepes over fruit. Top each crepe with 1 Tbsp whipped topping.

Strawberry Lemondrops Keep Falling On My Head
So Rocco and I went out the McKelly's for dinner and a drink to celebrate my new position at work. Nothing too special, just a dollar raise and a shit load of responsibility now. Woo hoo. Can ya feel the excitement...? I had to sit through 8 fucking hours of a shift leader class on shit I already knew. But, at least I got paid for it. Now let's hope I don't have to attend anymore of these things. Other than that, my day was fucking boring...

Strange Attractor
It's cold in Los Angeles tonight. Must have got down to seventy. So I bundled up in long sleeves cozied up to a hundred watt bulb and ,to get the circulation back in my fingers, I rubbed them against this board with all these buttons on it. It came with my new computomatic device, but I haven't read the instruction novel yet. I figured I'd wait for the movie. These buttons are making my hands warm, though.Wow this is great. they should have a name for these things. they might should call it a buttonboard.Cause I love buttons. There like little nipples ,you push them around and they pop right back up like springs, daring me to do it again. Again .again. harder faster now me no over here why dont yourub on z for awhile z likes to Zoom ZZzzZzZzz wow I think z is narcoleptic, so that's why youall keep her in the corner ,out of the way. zzZZzzZZ... Well I'm gonna just let her sleep it off. Hope I can find my way home thru all these pixels. If you know anyone who uses zzs let me know . She's

Strange
strange how things go...things blow up in your face, and you think what next...and you just dont want to be the cause of anymore pain, i have come to a point where i dont want to lose friendships, i dont want to cause hatred between some of my friends...... i have no idea what is going to happen with me....but i know i will live....i have 3 children that i love more than anything....and i know that that can never be taken from me....i am who i am...just a plain guy tryin to entertain people at a karaoke show, makin a few friends on the way (hopefully), and trying to deal with my shortcomings.... another day has come and gone, but i am still here... ROCK OUT

Strange But True
What's your inner power? (Girls only sorry. Beautiful anime pictures, lengthy results) Empathy- Your inner power is Empathy! This means that you have a talent for identifying others emotions, often by simply glancing at them. You are EXTREMELY shy and quiet. People sometimes dont notice youre around and seem surprised to find out you even exist in a big class. Youre the often silent, goody two shoes, and few get passed the walls youve built up to stop yourself being hurt, as you no doubt have been in the past. Not everyone understands you, in fact some think that youre a snob or worse because you rarely participate in group activities. Youre extremely sensitive, even the least harsh of words can hurt you. Only your very few, closest friends who have earned your hard-to-get trust know who you really are inside; a sweet, gentle young woman who is lonely and so desperately needing friends to support you. You can get very depressed and not always know why, despite your power of empa

Strange Facts 1
Saturday mail delivery in Canada was eliminated by Canada Post on February 1, 1969! In Tokyo, a bicycle is faster than a car for most trips of less than 50 minutes! There are 18 different animal shapes in the Animal Crackers cookie zoo! Should there be a crash, Prince Charles and Prince William never travel on the same airplane as a precaution! Your body is creating and killing 15 million red blood cells per second! The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache on a standard playing card! There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos! There is one slot machine in Las Vegas for every eight inhabitants! The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows. It was the fashion in Renaissance Florence to shave them off! Every day 20 banks are robbed. The average take is $2,500! The most popular first name in the world is Muhammad! Tablecloths were originally meant to be served as towels with which dinner guests could wipe their hands and faces after eat

Strange Survey
The Strange Questions Survey# 1. Have you ever licked the back of a CD to try to get it to work? no 2. Have you ever puked at a bar or club? yup 3. What's the largest age difference between yourself and someone you have dated? 11 years 4. Have you ever smoked pot at a concert? yuo 5. Have you ever dated/fooled around with a coworker? yup 6. If so, how did that turn out? not so good 7. Ever been in a car wreck? yup 8. Were you popular in high school? nooo 9. Have you ever been on a blind date? no 10. Are looks important? hmm, lil bit? 11. Do you have any friends that you've known for 10 years or more? yup 12. By what age would you like to be married? pfff, 125 years old 13. Does the number of people a person's slept with affect your view of them? no I slept with alot 14. Have you ever sacrificed yourself so your friend can get in good with a person of the opposite sex. yup 15. Have you ever made a mistake? yup

Strawberry Shortcake
2 cups all-purpose flour 4 tsp. baking powder 1/2 tsp. salt 2 to 4 tsps. sugar 1/3 cup butter or margarine 3/4 cup milk strawberries Heavy cream, half-n-half or Cool Whip Preheat oven to 425 degrees F. Hull, cut up, lightly sugar berries to taste, and slightly crush. Set aside while shortcake is baking. Sift together flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Cut or rub in butter and add milk, mixing with a fork as you add. Toss and knead briefly (no more than 10 - 12 kneads) on a floured board. Pat out (do not roll) to fit a deep, round pie pan. Bake for about 15 minutes, or until browning on top. Remove from oven, cool slightly, split, and if desired, butter rounds. Pour berries over bottom half of shortcake, top with second layer and pour more berries over. Top with your favorite topping. You may cut shortcake into wedges before building layers and put together in individual bowls, if you like. This is also wonderful made with raspberries.

Stranger To Myself
*** copyrighted - do NOT try to claim as your own *** Sometimes when I think back On the days and years gone by I sit here and remember all the sadness The pain and tears I've cried Lived day to day just for a sign That love wouldn't pass me by And time after time I realized I had to act like I was ok just to survive Spent so many years pretending and Hiding the pain inside But the truth that I am facing now Is something I just can't hide I surround myself with faces But I'm still alone inside thinkin of what was, what is, and what could have been in time I look in the mirror and don't recognize who I see and in the ultimate irony of aLL Is that even my reflection seems to laugh at me So I spend some nights looking for a cure In whatever the bartender has to sell I daydream of heaven But live in a private hell if you asked me just what I'm all about i would not know what to say cuz I wake up each morning with a heart full of doubt and I die a l

Strawberry & Banana Split "cake"
Recipe Rating: Prep Time: 20 min Total Time: 4 hr 20 min Makes: 16 servings, 1 square each 24 CHIPS AHOY! Real Chocolate Chip Cookies, coarsely crushed, divided 3 Tbsp. butter or margarine, melted 1/2 cup each: sliced strawberries and bananas 1 qt. vanilla ice cream, softened RESERVE 1/2 cup of the crushed cookies. Mix remaining crushed cookies with butter; press firmly onto bottom of foil-lined 9-inch square pan. TOP with fruit; cover with ice cream. Sprinkle with reserved 1/2 cup crushed cookies. FREEZE at least 4 hours or overnight until firm. Cut into 16 squares to serve. Store leftover squares in freezer. KRAFT KITCHENS TIPS Variation Prepare as directed, using CHIPS AHOY! Reduced Fat Chocolate Chip Cookies and frozen vanilla yogurt. NUTRITION INFORMATION Nutrition (per serving) Calories 170 Total fat 10g Saturated fat 4.5g Cholesterol 20mg Sodium 95mg Carbohydrate 20g Dietary fiber 1g Sugars 14g

Stranger In My House
I don't understand You look just like the man In the picture by our bed The suspence is pounding and clouding up my head I'm checkin' your clothes And you wear the same size shoe You sleep in his spot And you're driving his car But I don't know just who you are 1 - There's a stranger in my house It took a while to figure out There's no way you could be who you say you are You gotta be someone else Cuz he wouldn't touch me like that And he wouldn't treat me like you do He would adore me, he wouldn't ignore me So I'm convinced there's a stranger in my house I'm not sure who you are Don't see your shadow around when you walk Ain't leavin' no kisses Goodbye with no words If these walls could talk They would have nothing to tell So what could it be? Is there someone immitating me? Could she be taking my place? Look me in the face And tell me that I'm wrong When I say... Repeat 1 Pop quiz Tell me where we first kissed Tell me where my spot is Tell

Strap-on Heaven
Strap-on Heaven by XFRex © Tough to know where to start this story - in media res, as it were, I suppose; the dramatis personae: me, my girlfriend Selene, and a girl named Pam, a friend of mine first and ours later. Selene was a small and buxom redhead, with a peaches and cream complexion and a body the old masters would have brawled to get to - five feet two, long red curls, Irish eyes with a tiny determined chin that quivered when she was sad and jutted when she was angry; she was curvy and soft with slightly heavy breasts and pierced nipples. she had recently pierced her tongue, too. She usually shaved her pussy, and kept the patch soft with creams and oils, which she let me apply and which usually led to fucking. She was a stripper and lapdancer, and a very good one, although she was only doing it to get through school. Pam was a friend and lover who I had known for a couple of years; a redhead as well, she was darker, closer to auburn instead of the fiery red of Selene

Strange Coinscience..
I just read that I first signed up on MySpace on 2/23/07. My due date is that day. (Well according to my Ob's office it's the 23rd but officially it's the 22nd if you do the math. With my last period being May 18th 2006.) I just thought that was a little odd. Little did I think a year ago I'd be where I am now. I was still dealing with Kris's bullshit and John wanting to be with me. I thought I'd wind up with Kris but truthfully I couldn't have asked for a better outcome. Nice guys really do finish last. John has his faults but he loves me with every fiber of his being and that's all I've ever really wanted. I love him so much it hurts me that I've ever done anything to hurt him. But we are human and we all make mistakes. Another strange coinscience...Today 4 years ago was supposed to be my wedding day to a guy named Steve. I'm so glad that things turned out the way they did. I'd be miserable if I was married to him. I know I would be. We had alot of stuff bought, deposits made, dr

Strawberry-rhubarb Pound Cake Dessert
Recipe Rating: Prep Time: 20 min Total Time: 2 hr 20 min Makes: 10 servings 1 lb. fresh rhubarb, cut into 1-inch thick slices 2 cups halved strawberries 1/3 cup sugar 1 pkg. (10.75 oz.) frozen pound cake, thawed, cut into 10 slices 1-1/3 cups thawed COOL WHIP Whipped Topping TOSS rhubarb and strawberries with sugar in a large saucepan. Stir in 2 Tbsp. water. Cover and cook on medium heat 5 min. or until rhubarb is desired tenderness, stirring occasionally. Remove from heat; cool slightly. REFRIGERATE at least 2 hours or until ready to use. PLACE 1 pound cake slice on each dessert plate when ready to serve. Top each cake slice with about 1/4 cup of the rhubarb mixture and about 2 Tbsp. of the whipped topping. Serve immediately. KRAFT KITCHENS TIPS Note For a sweeter dessert, prepare as directed increasing sugar to 1/2 cup. Size It Up Sweets can add enjoyment to a balanced diet, but remember to keep tabs on potions. Variation NUTRITION INFORMATION

Strawberries 'n Cream Shortcake Squares
Recipe Rating: Prep Time: 15 min Total Time: 3 hr 15 min Makes: 15 servings 1 tub (8 oz.) COOL WHIP Whipped Topping, thawed 3 cups vanilla ice cream, softened 1 pkg. (8-serving size) JELL-O Brand Strawberry Flavor Gelatin 1 pkg. (10.75 oz.) pound cake, cubed MIX whipped topping, ice cream and dry gelatin in large bowl until well blended. Add cake cubes; mix well. SPOON into 13x9-inch pan. FREEZE 3 hours or until firm. Cut into 15 squares to serve. Store leftover dessert in freezer. KRAFT KITCHENS TIPS Size It Up Serve your guests this cool dessert at your next gathering. All will love this refreshing variation of an all-time classic recipe. Great Substitute Prepare as directed, using 2 pkg. (4-serving size each) JELL-O Brand Strawberry Flavor Gelatin. How To Thaw COOL WHIP NUTRITION INFORMATION Nutrition (per serving) Calories 220 Total fat 10g Saturated fat 7g Cholesterol 55mg Sodium 160mg Carbohydrate 30g

Strawberry Heaven
Recipe Rating: Prep Time: 15 min Total Time: 1 hr 15 min Makes: 12 servings 1 (10-inch) angel food cake 1 qt. (4 cups) strawberries, divided 1 Tbsp. milk 1 tub (12 oz.) COOL WHIP Whipped Topping, divided 8 strawberry fans (optional) Fresh mint leaves (optional) CUT cake horizontally into 3 layers. Place 1 cake layer on serving plate. SLICE 2 cups of the strawberries; set aside. Crush remaining strawberries. Stir crushed strawberries and milk into 1-1/2 cups of the whipped topping in large bowl. SPREAD 1/2 of the strawberry mixture on cake layer. Arrange 1/2 of the sliced strawberries on top of strawberry mixture. Repeat layers, ending with cake. Frost top and side of cake with remaining whipped topping. REFRIGERATE at least 1 hour or until ready to serve. Garnish with strawberry fans and mint leaves. Store leftover cake in refrigerator. KRAFT KITCHENS TIPS Healthy Living Trim 1.5 grams of fat per serving by preparing with COOL WHIP LITE Whipped Topping. Ho

Strawberry Trifle
Recipe Rating: Prep Time: 30 min Total Time: 30 min Makes: 15 servings, 2/3 cup each 1-1/4 cups cold milk 1 pkg. (4-serving size) JELL-O French Vanilla Flavor Instant Pudding & Pie Filling 1/4 cup dark rum, divided 1/8 tsp. ground nutmeg 2 cups thawed COOL WHIP Whipped Topping 1 pkg. (12 oz.) pound cake 3 cups halved strawberries 1/4 cup PLANTERS Sliced Almonds, toasted POUR milk into large bowl. Add dry pudding mix, 2 Tbsp. of the rum and the nutmeg. Beat with wire whisk 2 minutes or until well blended. Let stand 5 minutes. Gently stir in whipped topping. CUT cake horizontally into 4 layers. Sprinkle cake layers evenly with remaining 2 Tbsp. rum; cut into 1-inch cubes. Place half of the cake cubes in bottom of 2-1/2-quart straight-sided serving bowl; cover with half of the whipped topping mixture. Remove a few of the strawberries and almonds for garnish, if desired. Place remaining strawberries over whipped topping mixture in bowl; sprinkle with remaining almonds. Co

Strawberry-pecan Cake
Strawberry cake made with a mix and coconut, along with strawberry gelatin and fresh or frozen strawberries. INGREDIENTS: * 1 box white or yellow cake mix (approx. 18 to 21 ounces) * 1 cup vegetable oil * 4 large eggs * 1 cup flaked coconut * 1 package (3 oz) strawberry flavored gelatin * 1/2 cup milk * 1 cup mashed fresh or frozen strawberries (if using frozen, drain some of the juice off and reserve) * 1 cup chopped pecans * Strawberry Cream Cheese Icing: * 1 package (8 oz) cream cheese, room temperature * 1/2 stick margarine (2 ounces), room temperature * 1 teaspoon vanilla * 1/2 cup chopped pecans * 1/2 cup strawberries, mashed (drain and reserve juice) * 5 to 6 cups sifted powdered sugar (1 to 1 1/2 pounds) PREPARATION: Mix cake mix with strawberry flavored gelatin. Add eggs, coconut, gelatin, and milk; and beat until well blended. Stir in 1 cup mashed strawberries and 1 cup pecans. Bake in 3 generou

Strawberry Crunch Cake
Strawberry cake is made from scratch, with frozen strawberries, sour cream, a pecan topping layer, and strawberry sauce. INGREDIENTS: * 2 (10 ounces each) packages frozen strawberries in syrup * 1 cup butter * 1 1/4 cups granulated sugar * 2 eggs * 1 cup sour cream * 2 cups all-purpose flour * 1 teaspoon baking powder * 1/2 teaspoon baking soda * 1/2 teaspoon salt * . * Pecan Layer and Topping: * 1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans * 1/2 cup light brown sugar, packed * 2 tablespoons granulated sugar * 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon * . * Sauce: * Reserved strawberry syrup * 4 teaspoons cornstarch * 2 teaspoons lemon juice PREPARATION: Drain thawed strawberries, reserving syrup; set aside. In a mixing bowl cream butter and 1 1/4 cups sugar together until light and fluffy. Add eggs; beat well. Blend in sour cream. In another bowl stir together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and sa

Strawberry Cake Roll - Sponge Cake Recipe With Strawberries
A strawberry cake roll recipe with whipped cream and strawberries. INGREDIENTS: * 1 cup cake flour, sifted before measuring * 1 teaspoon baking powder * 1/4 teaspoon salt * 4 eggs at room temperature * 1 cup granulated sugar * 1 teaspoon vanilla * 1 box (3 ounces) strawberry gelatin * 1 cup hot water * 3/4 cup cold water * 2 cups fresh strawberries, trimmed, cleaned, and chopped (reserve some for garnish) * pinch salt * 2 tablespoons confectioners' sugar * confectioners' sugar, as needed * whipped topping or whipped cream * toasted sliced almonds* * a few whole or halved strawberries for garnish PREPARATION: Grease bottom and sides of a 15x10x1-inch jelly roll pan then line bottom with waxed paper; grease the paper. Into a bowl, sift together the sifted cake flour, baking powder, and salt. Set aside. In a small bowl beat eggs at high speed of electric mixer. Gradually beat in sugar; add vanilla a

Stranded
all alone standing no where hearing no wind seeing darkness all around heart beat slows breathing goes shallow vision blurs numbness takes in stranded in hell tormenting my soul stranded away from you an angel i lost how did i make such a dreadful mistake loosing you i lost my life

Strangers In Our Home
Strangers in our home 11/10/05 I live with her She is not in love with me I live with her She doesn’t touch me I sleep with her We don’t cuddle I eat with her We don’t talk I shop for her She already bought it I cook for her She already ate Is it that we are strangers in our own home? Or does she have someone else?

A Stranger Once Told Me
A Stranger Once Told Me Go ahead smile your smile, Laugh your laugh, Wear your precious disguise, But I can see trough that, Cause your eyes just never lies. My response was: I told him off, I told him he was wrong, Of course, And said: I’m happy as can be, Then I smiled another smile, Just for him to see. He took another look at me As he replied so instantly: The eagle’s wings are tired now, Without rest, they try to fly, Longing for the good times, Up there in the sky But restless struggle, Will never reach that high. So wear your precious disguise, But I can see trough that, Cause your eyes just never lies. A bit annoyed, I looked at him, And said that dove’s not me, In this sun, I’ll dance my dance. For today is such a joyful chance, And I for one, Enjoy that glance. Then I laughed another laugh, Just for him to see, I was as happy as can be. Copyright © 2006 by C Hottran

Strange Romantic Poems..
Strange "Romantic" Poems THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE: Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss, But I only slept with you, because I was pissed. I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head. Of loving beauty you float with grace. If only you could hide your face. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot. This describes everything you are not. I want to feel your sweet embrace, But don't take that paper bag off of your face. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes. Damn, I'm good at telling lies! My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you really screwed up my life. I see your face when I am dreaming. That's why

Strange
You Are 44% Strange! You are a bit strange, though still more normal than strange. You definitely have some quirks, don't get me wrong. But you aren't exactly freaking out old ladies on the street. It's okay though, you've got a healthy mixture of strangeness and normality.How Strange Are You?Quizzes for MySpace

Strange
You know what I really find strange? Is these competitions.... Yes they are great and in most cases a nice way to gage something. Best smile ect. And there are alot of them around. I have even Entered one myself. A Fall picture competition. But I was browsing my bulletins and someone was asking for votes in a Comp that they where in. Fair enough. I checked it out and of the few contestants one couple (best couple on CT) where about 9000 votes ahead. Now this is the first time I have heard of it at all and it is nearly finished and the few couples I know on this site are no where to been seen. I have some close friends on here that are absolutley gorgeous people, they actually care about the people you are and not that you got a cute lil fishy pic.... Now it seems to me that this one is definatley a set us to make them feel better about themselves... If this is the case then they should go on tv to Dr. Phil cause they have issues. To win a competition this way with no real resul

Stranger
Even though I've never seen your face, or looked into your eyes. To hear your voice makes my pluse race, with a love that never dies. Even though I've never held you in my arms, or even brushed against your skin. I know you'll try to keep me safe from harm, and not let any danger in. Even thouh I've never met you, or to you face say your name. I promise to give you my love so true, with nothing else to gain

Strange Sex Laws
No man is allowed to make love to his wife with the smell of garlic, onions, or sardines on his breath in Alexandria, Minnesota. If his wife so requests, law mandates that he must brush his teeth. Warn your hubby that after lovemaking in Ames, Iowa, he isn't allowed to take more than three gulps of beer while lying in bed with you-or holding you in his arms. Bozeman, Montana, has a law that bans all sexual activity between members of the opposite sex in the front yard of a home after sundown-if they're nude. During lunch breaks in Carlsbad, New Mexico no couple should engage in a sexual act while parked in their vehicle, unless their car has curtains. In Cleveland, Ohio women are not allowed to wear patent-leather shoes. Clinton, Oklahoma has a law against masturbating while watching two people having sex in a car. It's safe to make love while parked in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Police officers aren't allowed to walk up and knock on the window. Any suspicious officer who thinks

Strangle Hold
Artist: Ted Nugent Lyrics Song: Stranglehold Lyrics HERE I COME AGAIN NOW BABY LIKE A DOG IN HEAT TELL IT'S ME BY THE WAY NOW BABY I LIKE TO TAP THE STREETS NOW I'VE BEEN SMOKING FOR SO LONG YOU KNOW I'M HERE TO STAY GOT YOU IN A STRANGLEHOLD BABY YOU BEST GET OUT OF THE WAY GONNA CRUISE IS A BITCH NOW BABY YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T DO ME 'ROUND IF YOUR HOUSE GETS IN MY WAY BABY YOU KNOW I'LL BURN IT DOWN YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT THAT YOU LEFT ME YOU PUT ME IN MY PLACE GOT YOU IN A STRANGLEHOLD NOW BABY YOU BETTER CROSS YOUR WAY solo SOMETIMES YOU WANNA GET HIGHER SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA START LOW SOME PEOPLE THINK THEY GONNA DIE SOMEDAY I GOT NEWS YOU NEVER GOT TO GO OLD COME ON COME ON UP; 4 times COME ON COME ON BABY COME ON COME ON UP COME ON COME ON BABY COME ON COME ON GONNA CRUISE IS A BITCH NOW BABY YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T DO ME 'ROUND IF YOUR HOUSE GETS IN MY WAY BABY YOU KNOW I'LL BURN IT DOWN YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT THAT YOU LEFT ME YOU PUT ME I

Strange Pennsylvania Laws
It is illegal to have over 16 women live in a house together because that constitutes a brothel. It it illegal to sleep on top of a refrigerator outdoors. Any motorist driving along a country road at night must stop every mile and send up a rocket signal, wait 10 minutes for the road to be cleared of livestock, and continue. A special cleaning ordinance bans housewives from hiding dirt and dust under a rug in a dwelling. You may not sing in the bathtub. Fireworks stores may not sell fireworks to Pennsylvania residents. A person is not eligible to become Governor if he/she has participated in a duel. Any motorist who sights a team of horses coming toward him must pull well off the road, cover his car with a blanket or canvas that blends with the countryside, and let the horses pass. Ministers are forbidden from performing marriages when either the bride or groom is drunk. No more than two packages of beer at a time may be purchased, unless you are buy

“stranded On An Island”
“Stranded On An Island” There were three people stranded on an island, a brunette, a redhead, and a blonde. The brunette looked over the water to the mainland and estimated about 20 miles to shore. So she announced, "I'm going to try to swim to shore." So she swam out five miles, and got really tired. She swam out ten miles from the island, and she was too tired to go on, so she drowned. The second one, the redhead, said to herself, "I wonder if she made it. I guess it's better to try to get to the mainland than stay here and starve." So she attempts to swim out. The redhead had a lot more endurance than the brunette, as she swam out 10 miles before she even got tired. After 15 miles, she was too tired to go on, so she drowned. So the blonde thought to herself, "I wonder if they made it! I think I'd better try to make it, too." So she swam out 5 miles, ten miles, fifteen miles, and finally nineteen miles from the island. The shore was just in sight, but she said, "I'm too ti

The Stranger
She couldn’t believe what she was doing. She was standing in her living room, with some man she’d never met before. She was naked, with nothing to cover her body. Standing there, staring at his hard cock before her eyes. GOD, it made her pussy itch with a need of attention. She walked closer to him. Ran her hand down his chest. And stopped short of his huge erect cock. It was so big, bigger then anything she’d ever seen before. Bigger then anything that she’s ever fucked. I had to be nearly 10 inches long. “Touch it, you know you want to” She looked up at the stranger standing before her. God, she didn’t even know his name. He’d simply come to her door at the wrong time. But she did as she was told. She reached down, and took as much of his hard cock in her hand. Mmmmmmmm, was all this man could say. She stared stroking it faster, getting a better grip on it; she held it a little tighter. Soon, he was rocking his hips with the motion of her hand. Her mouth started to nearly water. She

Strawberry Chocolate Chip Cheesecake
Ingredients: * PASTRY CRUST(recipe follows) * 3 packages (8 oz. each) cream cheese, softened * 3/4 cup sugar * 1 package (10 oz.) frozen sliced strawberries in syrup, thawed * 2/3 cup all-purpose flour * 3 eggs * 1 teaspoon strawberry extract * 4 to 5 drops red food color(optional) * 1 cup HERSHEY'S MINI CHIPS Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips * Sweetened whipped cream(optional) * Fresh strawberries(optional) Directions: 1. Prepare PASTRY CRUST. Heat oven to 350°F. 2. Beat cream cheese and sugar in large bowl until smooth. Puree strawberries with syrup in food processor or blender; add to cream cheese mixture. Blend in flour, eggs, strawberry extract and food color. Stir in small chocolate chips. Pour into prepared crust. 3. Bake 10 minutes; without opening oven door, decrease oven temperature to 250°F; continue baking 50 to 60 minutes or until set. With knife, loosen cheesecake from side of pan; cool to room temperature. 4

The Strange Question Survey O.o
The Strange Questions SurveyHave you ever licked the back of a CD to try to get it to work?:can't say i have What's the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve date:6 years Ever been in a car wreck?:once Were you popular in high school?:somewhat Have you ever been on a blind date?:yes Are looks important?:fairly, not extremely. Do you have any friends that you've known for 10 years or more??:yes By what age would you like to be married?:soon? i guess? oh hell i don't know. Does the number of people a person's slept with affect your view of them?:it does, i don't want a male ho. Have you ever made a mistake?:hasn't everyone? Are you a good tipper?:sometimes. What's the most you have spent for a haircut?:50 dollars i think. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?:yep Have you ever peed in public?:omg, do i have to answer this question? lol What song do you want played at your funeral?:geez i don't think about these things Would you tell your parents if you were gay?:ye

Strange Isn't It?
Strange Isn't It? 1. How a 20 dollar bill seems like such a large amount when you donate it to church, but such a small amount when you go shopping? 2. How 2 hours seem so long when you're at church, and how short they seem when you're watching a good movie? 3. That you can't find a word to say when you're praying, but you have no trouble thinking what to talk about with a friend? 4. How difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of the Bible, but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel or ZANE GREY book? 5. How everyone wants front-row-tickets to concerts or games, but they do whatever is possible to sit at the last row in Church? 6. How we need to know about an event for Church 2-3 weeks before the day so we can include it in our agenda, but we can adjust it for other events at the last minute? 7. How difficult it is to learn a fact about God to share it with others, but how easy it is to learn, understand,extend and repeat gossip?

Stranglehold Of The Soul
I love my Dark place The one that scares The shit out of you Where I fight With ghosts I love feeling Like I am not even Breathing While I watch you Struggle and gasp It is not real honey It is just when I don’t feel Leave me this place You can have The rest I love you I do With all of My heart Except for the Black piece That is my own Part

Strawberries And Desire
Strawberries and Desire My mouth is moist from strawberries, sweet, stained red. Like a woman I forgot all consciousness deep in my bed, needing. My breasts against silk sheets, your words caressed like intercourse, infused me. My lips Moist, I know how to make you forget, make you laugh like a little boy and moan like a lascivious man. I’ll take the place of the moon and the stars and slowly unveil you. You see me naked smooth, with abandon. I am in your arms. Will you kiss me here? Lightly, tender, taste, the angels near groaning with delight. Kiss me till I am undone. Languished to the bone. I am hummed and hammered pale breathed and full of morning dew. I am bare as a mermaid in the afternoon. My words find no translation for what I feel for you. 06kb

The Stranger
It was a very hot and sweaty day as I sit on the rocks with the waves crashing around me. What a beautiful site to add to my art collection. The waves, the blue water, and the miles of rocks that I can see from where I set. It seemed like hours had passed since I started my drawing, and I needed a break. As I stood up to stretch and have a look around, in the distance I notice a figure of a person walking my way. I didn't pay much attention and continued with my work. As the person got closer, I noticed it was a very handsome gentleman. Tall, dark tanned skin. He noticed me and stopped and waved hello. I said a hello to him and looked back down to my drawing pad. Curiosity got the best of him, so he climbed the rocks to where I was sitting. He stood there and watched me in silence for awhile. Speaking and breaking the silence between us, he said my drawing looked beautiful. As I looked up at him, I noticed the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Th

Strangers To Mystery
All works of Razorwolf are created and produced by Wolf himself using MadTracker 2.0 Two people that have never known their world beyond that of what they see on their daily duties. Two people that have never known the horrors, or the joys, of true risk. Two people that, when they met, experienced it for the first time. This piano piece is meant to be chaotic somewhat in the name of their encounter.

Stray The Course
(Reposted From Pope Eats Cookies!) Before this is read, as I have always stated, I support our troops one billion percent, as someone who is very near and dear to me is in Iraq right now, and I come from a military family (Semper Fi! I was born at Camp Lejenue), but I do not have to agree with our government and the reasons that so many of our troops have died for . . . With that said, Do you want to know why it is so vital that we get the Republicans out of the White House in 2008? You think anything will be different without the Commander-In-Chimp? Let’s take a gander at what the probable Front running Republican in the next Presidential election said today in regards to the War in Iraq . . . Dec 14, 2:30 PM (ET) Sen. John McCain, R-Ariz., said the United States should to deploy 15,000 to 30,000 more troops to control the sectarian violence and give moderates within the democratically elected government the stability they need to move Iraq in the right direction. "The

A Strangers Love.......
You are the man of my dreams, The only one I desire. But I am a stranger to you, because of my schemes. You gave me your love, your heart & your soul. You wanted a wife, a mate and a lover. I threw it away, I hid under cover. Now because of my lies and my shemes, It will always be the love of a stranger that you recieve. You are the sweetest, dearest of men. You made plans to give me a life full of love. But I forgot to talk to the man above. I broke all the rules, of life and of love. I hurt you and lost all your trust. My tears will forever moist the dust, as I retain a strangers love.

Strange
You Are 62% Strange! Based on your score, it seems you do have a healthy dose of strangeness. You aren't THAT far out, but you are somewhat bizarre. Congratulations on being different and having some quirks. It makes you an interesting person!How Strange Are You?Quizzes for MySpace

Strapping Young Lad-s.y.l.
I am the coming of a new age Past your shit by far I was a puzzle in your sick life, But will never be a piece anymore. Because I worked through your fucking bullshit And I worked through your fucking lies Now I'm working on the edge With a thousand times the stress, So I can damn you down to size. I worked in your fucking warehouse I worked in your fucking dream I worked on the edge of the product community And found that nothing's what it seemed I fucking hate you.... Devy worked in the corner of the piss yard Bored and plagued by pain, Devy got a taste of the corporate community, And never went back again. I worked for you fucking bastards I worked for your fucking lies I went and pissed away too may fucking opportunities To try and make you fuckers feel right And I fucking hate you... I am the coming of a new age Stained we still stand tall I am the coming of a new age And I will never fall I bear the questions of a new time Seen but never

Strapping Young Lad-relentless
Bombs away... Bombs away... All is in its place It's time to lay... It's time to lay... everything to waste I'll walk away Won't hesitate By the way... Honesty is everything I've ever wanted Strip it away... today's the day In what I do there's no disgrace Calling you out Calling! Calling... Long may we Reign... This is Relentless This is our World This is Relentless --------------- Strapping Young Lad Music Video CodesMusic Video Codes by VideoCureFree Layouts

Stranger Than Fiction
a febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack, tonight the windows are watching, the streets all conspire, and the lamppost can't stop crying, if I could fly high above the world, would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?, or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides, and olly olly oxenfrees, who pickaside and hide the world is scratching at my door, my morning papers got the scores, the human interest stories, and the obituary cockroach naps and rattling traps, how many devils can you fit upon a match head?, caringosity killed the Kerouac cat, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction in my alley around the corner, there's a wino with feathered shoulders, and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back, there's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living the worlds is scratching at my door.... cradle for

Strange Survey
Blame mikeninja for this one. I do. :) 1. If you were to be stranded on a planet inhabited by giant lobster-like beings, and could only bring one type of fruit, what type would you bring? Apples. They hold up the best. And they can be thrown. 2. What kind of insect would you prefer to eat with your breakfast cereal? Ants. Something small. The little kinds, where there wouldn't be a lot of taste. 3. When angels dance on the head of a pin, what kind of dance do they perform? The limbo, of course! Nah, probably not, if they're angels. *sigh* Foxtrot. 4. What would you wear to an exhibition of invisible man-eating zombie llamas? A shotgun. Always prepared in case of zombie attack! 5. If a tree falls in the forest and claps one hand, what colour is the sound that is produced? Purple. 6. How many eggs make up a pound? Let's stack 'em and see! Oh, wait... 7. What colour of nail polish would be the best to wear when invoking a goddess

A Stranger
A stranger you were once. Then, with a gentle look you took my hand. As our lives engaged, you lit my life and I held both your hands. Now that decades have passed, ours souls have indeed become one. How fortunate we are that we have found the love so true that everyone dreams about.

Strange U.s. Sex Laws..lmao
-- In Bakersfield, California, anyone having intercourse with Satan must use a condom. (An asbestos one we presume.) -- In Oblong, Illinois, it's punishable by law to make love while hunting or fishing on your wedding day. -- In Minnesota, it is illegal for any man to have sexual intercourse with a live fish. (Apparently it's OK for woman.) -- No man is allowed to make love to his wife with the smell of garlic, onions, or sardines on his breath in Alexandria, Minnesota. If his wife so requests, law mandates that he must brush his teeth. -- Warn your hubby that after lovemaking in Ames, Iowa, he isn't allowed to take more than three gulps of beer while lying in bed with you -- or holding you in his arms. -- Bozeman, Montana, has a law that bans all sexual activity between members of the opposite sex in the front yard of a home after sundown -- if they're nude. -- In hotels in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, every room is required to have twin beds.

Strange U.s. Sex Laws Lmao
-- In Bakersfield, California, anyone having intercourse with Satan must use a condom. (An asbestos one we presume.) -- In Oblong, Illinois, it's punishable by law to make love while hunting or fishing on your wedding day. -- In Minnesota, it is illegal for any man to have sexual intercourse with a live fish. (Apparently it's OK for woman.) -- No man is allowed to make love to his wife with the smell of garlic, onions, or sardines on his breath in Alexandria, Minnesota. If his wife so requests, law mandates that he must brush his teeth. -- Warn your hubby that after lovemaking in Ames, Iowa, he isn't allowed to take more than three gulps of beer while lying in bed with you -- or holding you in his arms. -- Bozeman, Montana, has a law that bans all sexual activity between members of the opposite sex in the front yard of a home after sundown -- if they're nude. -- In hotels in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, every room is required to have twin beds. And the beds must always be a minimum of tw

Strangely Enough
Strangely enough i find it hard to see all of you even though i should but ive been blind and it was you that got left behind cant you see? just what you had? youre still searching ive been right here there are still some things that are so unclear i wonder if you where ever here!! Matthew Leon Darnell Copyright ©2006 Matthew Leon Darnell

Strange Freaky State Laws
A local ordinance in Atwoodville, Connecticut prohibits people from playing Scrabble while waiting for a politician to speak. A Virginia law requires all bathtubs to be kept out in the yards, not inside the houses. It is illegal to ride a streetcar on Sunday if have been eating garlic in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. In Cleveland, Ohio, it's illegal to catch mice without a hunting license. It is illegal to hunt camels in the state of Arizona. In the country of Turkey, in the 16th and 17th centuries, anyone caught drinking coffee was put to death. Before the enactment of the 1978 law that made it mandatory for dog owners in New York City to clean up after their pets, approximately 40 million pounds of dog excrement were deposited on the streets every year. In Harrisburg, Pennsylvania it is illegal to have sex with a truck driver inside a tollbooth. Louisiana law prohibits couples who are shopping for a new bed from putting it to the "ultimate test"-- in other words,

Strange Woman On Cherry Tap
I was chatting with this girl on here and she opened up all her pictures for me to see. The problem was that I wasn't even on my computer when she did it. I get back to my computer and she had cussed me out in my shout box. Reason being was because I didn't comment on her nude pictures. I never even saw the pictures.......LMAO. This girl is strange. Now, she blocked me. I can't even message her to tell her what happened. If anyone knows her, please relay a message for me. This is her name "Carla~Cause i am Bossy!~" I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. I didn't even know about this till I got back on my computer.

Stranger
Walking down the street You pass him everyday Don't know who he is Never even think of him Then one day You see him differently Like he's something special As if its for the first time He's still a stranger You're afraid to talk to him But something tells you You have no choice Suddenly that stranger Becomes your best friend The one you depend on When life has you down Then he turns into your lover And makes you happy In every way possible When walking down the street Do you ever wonder If a stranger may be The one who will be perfect Or if someone you know Is really a stranger Because you dont know The side of them you should What is a stranger?

Straight Up!
Straight up. I take this rhyme a grade up G'd up From the feet up I found my place i kept my head up FuCC the dread no more pumpin led up No more death homie im fed up Stop trippin homie now shut up Had to stop before my life was cut up So if you fall cuz get yo ass up You'll get your chance homie dont pass up The opportunity....

Strangers Passion: Story I Wrote
The strangers passion Amanda sat at home bored, she decided what the hell its a weekend, i`m going to go out and have a good time. She jumped up out the chair, turned her favourite CD on and went for a shower. Fifteen minutes later shes in her room, wearing only a towel wondering what to wear. She decided she was going to wear her low cut black dress, nylons and her very high heels. She did her make up and hair, and walked to the front door, stopping at the full length mirror in the hall. "Fuckin Stunning" she said to herself, smiled and left for the bar. When she got to the bar, she sat on a stool at the bar and sipped on her drink, while she casually looked around the room at all the sexy men, trying not to look to obvious. She finished her drink and ordered another but decided to move to a corner booth. She sat there drinking her drink, when a tall dark handsome man approached her, and smiling said, "Hi i noticed you sitting here alone, my name is John,

Strange Sex Facts
Actual amout of semen per ejaculation: 1-2 teaspoons Average number of times a man will ejaculate in his lifetime: 7,200 Average # of times he will ejaculate from masturbation: 2,000 Average total amount of lifetime ejaculate: 14 gallons Average amount of water it takes to fill a bathtub: 35 gallons Average speed of ejaculation: 28 miles per hour Average speed of a city bus: 25 miles per hour Average # of calories in a teaspoon of semen: 7 Average # of calories in a can of Dr. Pepper: 150 Average length of penis when not erect: 3.5 inches Average length when erect: 5.1 Smallest natural penis recorded: 5/8 of an inch Largest natural penis recorded: 11 inches Largest penis in the animal kingdom: 11 feet (blue whale) Height from court floor to the rim of a basketball hoop: 10 feet Most arousing time of day/season for a man: early morning/fall Best ways to improve sexual function: quit smoking, start excercising, lose weight. Foods that im

Strange Mood
In a strange mood... have been ever since my younger brother passed away. Stupid really. OD. If you've never heard the Clash doin wrong'em boyo,you should. Its great stuff. Anyway, like I said...strange mood. Oh yeah, my lil bro said Uncle Sam is sending him back to the sandbox...Joy!!!

The Stranger
He comes to me only in dreams, this dark stranger with the crystal blue eyes. He came to me last night. I wake to find him beside me. The touch of his hand awakens my very soul. He kisses me softly at the curve of my neck. Sensations erupt within me from this simple, sweet kiss. I feel his hand stroke my arm as I turn to gaze into the depths of his soul. His eyes are a blue I have never seen on another human. Crystalline blues eyes that are framed by dark black lashes. I feel as though he knows my deepest desires. I try to turn away and my dark stranger holds me with his gaze. I seem to melt into him. Should I kiss him? Will I lose myself if I do? He strokes the side of my face with his hand. He traces the outline of my lips with his fingers. I must taste him. It seems to be an overwhelming compulsion to do so. I press my body into his ever so lightly. As his mouth closes over mine, a thousand words cannot describe the emotions I feel. His mouth so warm, so inviting, so tempting

Strange Things People Put On Their Job Applications
Strange Things People Put on Their Job Applications These are from actual resumes: "Personal: I'm married with 9 children. I don't require prescription drugs. "I am extremely loyal to my present firm, so please don't let them know of my immediate availability." "Qualifications: I am a man filled with passion and integrity, and I can act on short notice. I'm a class act and do not come cheap." "I intentionally omitted my salary history. I've made money and lost money. I've been rich and I've been poor. I prefer being rich." "Note: Please don't misconstrue my 14 jobs as 'job-hopping'. I have never quit a job." "Number of dependents: 40." "Marital Status: Often. Children: Various." RESUME BLOOPERS "Here are my qualifications for you to overlook." REASONS FOR LEAVING THE LAST JOB: "Responsibility makes me nervous." "They insisted that all employees get to work by 8:45 every morning. Couldn't work under those conditions." REASONS FOR LEAVING MY LAST

Strange Talents ???
Make your own Myspace Crazy Text at CommentYou.com Stange Talents .. We've all got something we can do .. something we've learned that not many others can do .. or perhaps nobody else we've met can do .. I myself have a stupid talent .. Serves no purpose but Ive found that not many people can do it ... Point Both Pointy fingers straight at each other . and Make one go forward and one go backward in a circle . yes at the same time .....Had to Update this cuz someone thought I meant Making the Shape of a Heart like making your fingers go to the side thats not the case . I mean one going To you and one going Away .. in a Circle . .this should clear that up for you Nameless person lol Woohoo what a stupid and useless talent .but not many people can do it .. So whats Your Strange talent ??

A Strange Cyber Affliction
When I last saw my lover she was in the same position fingers dancing on terminal keys in her CherryTap addiction Her Friend's list grows with each passing day Bulletins are a new religion User comments fill her page in a CherryTap addiction I miss my woman's loving touch our bodies made such sweet friction but the passion's gone when the lights go out she's lost in a CherryTap addiction In the last few days, I screamed and yelled hoping to change the condition All my efforts went in vain against her CherryTap addiction No one will believe these words They'll call it a piece of fiction But she's logged on both day and night feeding her CherryTap addiction With packed bags in both my hands I realize I'm no competition Baby Jesus is the man he sells the CherryTap addiction The cops came a pounding on her door They weren't prepared for the vision a beautiful woman dead and gone eaten by a CherryTap addiction...... fin

Stranded In South Carolina
Well, Feronia and Hermes, have turned their heads on me. It looks like I will be Stuck in SC for the weekend. I am not complaining, I am sure that this is better than home right now, were it is cold and snowing. The problem is I am in a Rural area of SC. I have yet to find a bar to have a drink in. I dont really want to drive to Florence to find a bar. My only hope is that the weather will be nice down here so I can at least explore the area. Get intoxicated on nature so to speak. Oh I fogot to put humor here. We all know who Ghandi was. A Mystic He walked every where so his feet usually had a lot of Callouses. Since he ate very specific things he was also very skinny. Finally he believed that Onions were very healthy and ate them all the time. From this information I draw the conclusion Ghandi was a Supercallousedfragilmysticwithextrahallitosis Trust me it is funnier when you hear it

Strange Dream
And I think that might be the last time I drink a few margaritas and then have a glass of red wine in the same night. Not only did I wake up at 4am and stay wide awake for an hour only to doze fitfully until I had to get up for work but I had some really weird dreams. The dream started at home, though it was more like I was watching a flashback of two earlier memories. The first had happened about 2 weeks after moving. I was carrying a box down the hall and froze as I saw a ghost. It was a gentleman in an older style suit and he looked like I was seeing him in black and white. He looked a bit like Barnabas from the show Dark Shadows. He was reacting to what looked like a fight that only he could see and though I called out he didn't hear me. A moment later he disappeared. The next flashback happened again while I was walking through the hallway, about a week before the dream itself took place. I saw the gentleman again, this time looking more solid and leaning against the r

Strange Little Short Jokes & Thoughts
Strange Little Short Jokes I dialed a number and got the following recording: "I am not available right now, but Thank you for caring enough to call. I am making some changes in my life. Please leave a message after the Beep. If I do not return your call, You are one of the changes." ~~~~~ Aspire to inspire before you expire. ~~~~~ My wife and I had words, But I didn't get to use mine. ~~~~~ Frustration is trying to find your glasses without your glasses. ~~~~~ Blessed are those who can give without remembering And take without forgetting. ~~~~~ The irony of life is that, by the time You're old enough to know your way Around, you're not going anywhere. ~~~~~ God made man before woman so as to give him time to think Of an answer for her first question. ~~~~~ I was always taught to respect my elders, But it keeps getting harder to find one. ~~~~~ Every morning is the dawn of a new error. ~~~~~ The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:

"straight From The Heart"
I could tell you a thousand times, How much I love you, It still would not do justice on how much I love you. I leave you without a sound except the beating of my warm heart, Overflowing with love for you, True love is like an eternal flame... It will continue to burn for all eternity. Love is not blind, It sees the things that have a bearing in life. Love lasts forever... You will know true love, Your heart will let you know. If a tear fell from my eyes, Each time I wished you were with me, I would have an ocean shore outside my door. When the wind blows, I hear your voice, When I look up in the clouds, I see your face. If you truly love someone, then distance does not matter to the mind or the heart. If I had a rose for each time, I thought of you, I would have a bed of roses leading into eternity… When I saw you, I knew you were my true love... When I held I talked to you, I knew you were the one… When I kissed you for the first time, I immediately f

Strange Quotes!!
Strange Quotes: By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. - Socrates I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.. -- Jimmy Durante Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat. - Alex Levine My luck is so bad that if I bought a cemetery, people would stop dying. - Rodney Dangerfield Money can't buy you happiness .. but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery. - Spike Milligan I am opposed to millionaires... but it would be dangerous to offer me the position. - Mark Twain Until I was thirteen, I thought my name was SHUT UP. - Joe Namath

Strange Deaths - The Fbi's Top 12 List
FBI TOP 12 DEATHS OF THE YEAR Every year the FBI is asked to investigate over 36,000 Serious Crimes including Suspicious Deaths and Homicides. Every year the Homicide Investigations Unit puts out its Top 12 Homicides of the year. 1- Alex Mijtus,36 years old, is killed by his wife, armed with a 20 inch Long vibrator. Mrs Mijtus had had enough of her husband's strange sex practices and one night during a prolonged session of fun she snapped, pushing all 20 inches of the vibrator into Alex's anus until it ruptured several internal organs and caused severe bleeding. 2- Debby Mills-Newbroughton, 99 years old, was killed as she crossed the road. She was to turn 100 the next day, but crossing the road with her daughter to go to her own birthday party her wheel chair was hit by the truck delivering her birthday cake. 3- Peter Stone, 42 years old, is murdered by his 8 year old daughter, who he had just sent to her room with no dinner. Young Samantha Stone felt that if she couldn't h

Straight From The Heart
I could start dreamin' but it'd never end As long as you're gone we may as well pretend I've been dreamin' Straight from the heart You said it's easy but who's to say That we'd be able to keep it this way But it's easier Comin' straight from the heart Give it to me straight from the heart Tell me we can make another start You know I'll never go - as long as I know It's comin' straight from the heart I'll see you on the street some other time And all our words would just fall outta line While we're dreamin' Straight from the heart Give it to me straight from the heart Tell me we can make one more start You know I'll never go - as long as I know It's comin' straight from the heart