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rhymegirl
06-21-2005, 05:05 AM
The door would not open.

poetinahat
06-21-2005, 05:26 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that.

Writer2011
06-21-2005, 05:27 AM
I made sure it would not.

Sarita
06-21-2005, 05:36 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and

Writer2011
06-21-2005, 05:42 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the

mommie4a
06-21-2005, 07:25 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my

Sarita
06-21-2005, 04:40 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be

mdmkay
06-21-2005, 06:58 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in

Patricia
06-21-2005, 07:10 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over

poetinahat
06-22-2005, 02:47 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. Damn, she thought: Who

mommie4a
06-22-2005, 05:28 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-22-2005, 05:34 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch

poetinahat
06-22-2005, 05:52 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's".

Patricia
06-22-2005, 10:32 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-22-2005, 05:35 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good

mdmkay
06-22-2005, 09:12 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-22-2005, 09:45 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her

Patricia
06-23-2005, 09:41 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered

poetinahat
06-23-2005, 10:06 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

Sarita
06-23-2005, 05:17 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-23-2005, 05:23 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy

Sarita
06-23-2005, 05:30 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How

DragonHeart
06-23-2005, 05:32 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all

Patricia
06-23-2005, 06:09 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!"

mdmkay
06-23-2005, 06:48 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-23-2005, 06:50 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't

mommie4a
06-23-2005, 07:01 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie

Patricia
06-24-2005, 02:53 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy

Honey Nut Loop
06-24-2005, 03:30 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries

poetinahat
06-24-2005, 06:43 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us -

Patricia
06-24-2005, 07:57 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-24-2005, 12:50 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that

mommie4a
06-24-2005, 03:10 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her

VOTE_BOT
06-24-2005, 05:47 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood

mommie4a
06-24-2005, 08:10 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women

mdmkay
06-24-2005, 11:57 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits

Patricia
06-25-2005, 12:08 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until

mommie4a
06-25-2005, 02:13 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the

NaomiRE
06-25-2005, 03:09 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would

mommie4a
06-25-2005, 06:09 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name

maestrowork
06-25-2005, 06:20 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her

mommie4a
06-25-2005, 06:26 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains

maestrowork
06-25-2005, 07:14 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and

rhymegirl
06-25-2005, 07:19 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals.

jdkiggins
06-25-2005, 03:43 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out

maestrowork
06-25-2005, 05:33 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she

mommie4a
06-25-2005, 05:41 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky

mommie4a
06-25-2005, 07:34 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds

EDIT: Why do all of these stories go down this same path?
ANSWER TO EDIT: Because most of us fantasize about the same thing?

rhymegirl
06-25-2005, 07:40 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she

EDIT: Why do all of these stories go down this same path?
ANSWER TO EDIT: Because most of us fantasize about the same thing? :ROFL:

mommie4a
06-25-2005, 09:03 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles

EDIT: Why do all of these stories go down this same path?
ANSWER TO EDIT: Because most of us fantasize about the same thing? :ROFL:

rhymegirl
06-25-2005, 09:36 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

mommie4a
06-25-2005, 10:14 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once

maestrowork
06-25-2005, 10:15 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum!

rhymegirl
06-25-2005, 10:21 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to

Patricia
06-25-2005, 11:02 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed

rhymegirl
06-25-2005, 11:42 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now.

maestrowork
06-26-2005, 12:40 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 01:11 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor.

jdkiggins
06-26-2005, 01:53 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 02:01 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed

mdmkay
06-26-2005, 03:07 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market

mommie4a
06-26-2005, 03:11 AM
[QUOTE=mdmkay]The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases

Patricia
06-26-2005, 03:33 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddening stopping midway, she rememered

Patricia
06-26-2005, 03:34 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddening stopping midway, she rememered the hottie waiting in her

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 03:46 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone

mommie4a
06-26-2005, 03:57 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 04:25 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over

mommie4a
06-26-2005, 06:40 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case

jdkiggins
06-26-2005, 08:13 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to

mommie4a
06-26-2005, 03:39 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married

maestrowork
06-26-2005, 05:23 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with

jdkiggins
06-26-2005, 05:32 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything

maestrowork
06-26-2005, 05:42 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet.

jdkiggins
06-26-2005, 05:46 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet.

Why are men like that?

mommie4a
06-26-2005, 06:06 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet.

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 06:08 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet.

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if[/QUOTE]
they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts

jdkiggins
06-26-2005, 06:32 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet.

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers.

mommie4a
06-26-2005, 06:38 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet.

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood

maestrowork
06-26-2005, 06:42 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 07:05 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side

jdkiggins
06-26-2005, 07:06 PM
oops posting at the same time. :D

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 07:09 PM
Jo, I posted something right above this.

jdkiggins
06-26-2005, 08:36 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese

rhymegirl
06-26-2005, 10:18 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 03:10 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 04:52 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 05:23 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy

maestrowork
06-27-2005, 05:28 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 05:30 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!

maestrowork
06-27-2005, 05:33 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them.

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 05:51 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to

poetinahat
06-27-2005, 06:26 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um,

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 06:32 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 07:02 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady.

poetinahat
06-27-2005, 07:36 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 02:59 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 05:10 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-27-2005, 05:15 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 06:49 PM
[QUOTE=Nique Zoolio]The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me.

maestrowork
06-27-2005, 06:54 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 07:00 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared.

maestrowork
06-27-2005, 07:18 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 07:36 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better.

maestrowork
06-27-2005, 07:41 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day.

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 07:44 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 09:32 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie

maestrowork
06-27-2005, 09:48 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 10:46 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spit

rhymegirl
06-27-2005, 11:28 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spit at her. "I'm no slave.

mommie4a
06-27-2005, 11:33 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spit at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 12:28 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

mommie4a
06-28-2005, 12:40 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 12:55 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need

maestrowork
06-28-2005, 12:57 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil

mommie4a
06-28-2005, 12:58 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 01:06 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy.

mommie4a
06-28-2005, 01:13 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie. Hottie Haskins rolled

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 01:54 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie. Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then I'll

mommie4a
06-28-2005, 04:32 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie. Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it.

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 06:21 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie. Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you.

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-28-2005, 06:24 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie. Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 06:53 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie. Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!"

Katie started to cry.

mommie4a
06-28-2005, 07:47 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie. Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!"

Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 08:46 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be

mommie4a
06-28-2005, 09:02 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe

maestrowork
06-28-2005, 09:15 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which

rhymegirl
06-28-2005, 09:46 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really?

mommie4a
06-28-2005, 09:52 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy

rhymegirl
06-29-2005, 03:56 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at

mommie4a
06-30-2005, 04:30 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible

rhymegirl
06-30-2005, 04:48 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy

mommie4a
06-30-2005, 05:19 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that

rhymegirl
06-30-2005, 05:36 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-30-2005, 06:56 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such

rhymegirl
06-30-2005, 07:18 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-30-2005, 07:25 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm

maestrowork
06-30-2005, 08:00 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-30-2005, 02:14 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here

mommie4a
06-30-2005, 03:22 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW

maestrowork
06-30-2005, 05:28 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!

rhymegirl
06-30-2005, 05:50 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby.

mommie4a
06-30-2005, 08:31 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed.

rhymegirl
06-30-2005, 08:47 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Nicholas S.H.J.M Woodhouse
06-30-2005, 08:53 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Gretta, the head scout pulled

rhymegirl
06-30-2005, 10:04 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Gretta, the head scout pulled out a camera. "National Enquirer

mommie4a
06-30-2005, 10:06 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Gretta, the head scout pulled out a camera. "National Enquirer. You're the Ritalin abuser, right?

rhymegirl
07-05-2005, 03:47 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Gretta, the head scout pulled out a camera. "National Enquirer. You're the Ritalin abuser, right? Tom Cruise hates prescription drugs.

mommie4a
07-05-2005, 05:38 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Gretta, the head scout pulled out a camera. "National Enquirer. You're the Ritalin abuser, right? Tom Cruise hates prescription drugs."

Katie and Hottie shielded their faces

rhymegirl
07-05-2005, 07:09 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Gretta, the head scout pulled out a camera. "National Enquirer. You're the Ritalin abuser, right? Tom Cruise hates prescription drugs."

Katie and Hottie shielded their faces.

"We're reporting you to Tom.

ANNIE
07-06-2005, 09:51 PM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new stuff we're not suppose to

rhymegirl
07-15-2005, 03:03 AM
The door would not open. Katie made sure of that. The pounding became incessant and then I reached out for the cat toys next to my bed and flung one at it. Those neighbors would be getting pissed off any second if she didn't let him in, and get the ordeal over with. "Damn", she thought: "Who does he think he is?"

The hermaphrodite next door shouted something I couldn't quite catch; Katie shrugged and mumbled, "Tourette's". Reluctantly she reached for her baseball bat. "I'll fix him. I'll fix him real good, he'll be running like a......' Poor Katie, in all her life, she had never encountered five sugar-crazed Girl Scouts.

"Want to buy some cookies? We have some amazing new cookies which you can buy for just seven dollars. How about it? We have all varieties?"

Katie groaned. "I'm dieting.

"We have sugarless ones too!" They continued to annoy her.

As long as they didn't ask about the naked hottie in her bedroom, she'd be more than willing to buy half a dozen crumby pastries. But they did.

"You married? HEY!! You still owe us..."

"None of your gd business!

"I'm gonna tell my mommie!"

If only they knew that mommie was busy getting her freak on with the neighborhood drunk at that moment.

"Go find me men AND women! Get moving you twits, and don't come back until you've got a good supply!"

Saddled with a mission, the scouts took off!

Katie smiled. A devillish smile that would make most grown men cower. "Wicked" was her middle name. She thought of Bill, her ex-lover. She'd fixed him good. She clutched her studded chains and imported ostrich-skin whip, and waited for the new arrivals. She couldn't get Bill out of her head, so she began to unbutton her silky blouse, the one he gave her for losing 256 pounds. What a guy!

Suddenly she craved a can of Pringles! Ummm. Better than sex--chips!

Her record? 35 at once, with bananas and nuts. Yum! Men were like chips to her, and she really needed to get her fix now. Lucky for her, Bill was still her next door neighbor. But chips were better than Bill right now.

Katie rushed to the nearest open market that sold Pringles in cases. Suddenly stopping midway, she remembered the hottie waiting in her bed. Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed the Chips-R-Us hotline.

"Hi. Can you send over seven men and a case of Pringles and something to make me forget I'm married to a 500-pound man with a penchant for anything that is squashy and wet."

Why are men like that? They'd fondle a watermelon if they could.

Meanwhile, the scouts scurried around looking for buyers. Candyland was a tough neighborhood, what with the Lollipop Guild and Sugarplum Fairies competing side by side with the obese store.

They rounded up people who looked like Oompah-Loompahs. Then they brought them to Katie.

"We've got hostages now! Buy our cookies or die horribly!" the scouts howled.

"Die, Oompah-Loompahs!" Katie screamed. "I hate them. They make me want to start 'Survivor 47: Leper Colony'!"

"Um, Queen Frostine is one nasty b*tch. Don't anger her, lady."

Katie started: she'd forgotten Hank Humongous had devoured her supply of Twinkies. "I'm SO HUNGRY that this imported ostrich-skin whip even looks good to me. Hand me those Jujubes, now!"

Suddenly Bill, her ex-lover appeared. Scratching his hairy beer gut, he belched. "Ah, much better. I've been gassy all day. Ran out of Beano and, well..."

"Oh shut up!" Katie barked. "Where are my towels?"

"Damn you, wench." Bill spat at her. "I'm no slave." Then, he hurled his snot at one of the scouts.

Suddenly, the bedroom hottie crashed the party. "Hey, I need a rub with vegetable oil to win the Idol contest."

"Go rub yourself, I'm busy," said Katie.

Hottie Haskins rolled a joint. "Okay then, I'll have Vote Bot do it. But I'd rather have you."

"That name! Don't mention that name!" Katie started to cry. "Vote Bot has more talent than I do. "He's gonna be bigger than Poe, or maybe Pooh, I don't remember which..."

"Nonsense! You have talent."

"Really? Nah...toilet bowl cleaner copy."

"I meant you're good at annotating the King James Bible AND making me absolutely crazy for aromatic ice cubes that feel good tickling my chest
and various other parts such as..."

"Stop! Not in front of your mother."

"WHAT?!?!"

".......Yes......I'm..... your mother, Luke," a voice spoke.

"Luke?"

"No, look here. Return to overnight camp NOW... can't keep the story straight!"

"You're NOT my mother, baby." Damn, Hottie thought, I'm revealed. And I'm also very confused.

Gretta, the head scout pulled out a camera. "National Enquirer. You're the Ritalin abuser, right? Tom Cruise hates prescription drugs."

Katie and Hottie shielded their faces.

"We're reporting you to Tom."

And so the scouts tattled on Katie and Hottie whose pictures and story then appeared in The National Enquirer. Furthermore, the two were found with drugs and various other illegal sex toys in their possession, so they went to jail and lived unhappily ever after.

THE END