May 21st, 2001

newavi

So the saga continues...

Lj stuff gets pretty silly some times... Other people are saying things without naming names, mostly cause they have class... Like here but in a land of no class ass holes... maybe names should be used?

Lets start with the term dumb-ass-bitch? How's that working for you...? Remember this?

Well that one has a flea infested, red-eyed, diseased little friend... a mouse of course... Maybe mousie girl could learn to keep he cheese out of other peoples journals...

A class act friend of mine proposed this thought in response to finding out that a mouse used a third party persons password and account to read friends-only posts in another persons journal specifically to invade that persons privacy... sounds like a mouse thing to do... But what about the loser that gave the mouse a password? What kind of dumb ass thing to do was that? or where you tricked? mmmmm time to come clean on that one, whoever you are...

Our journals are places to store our thoughts. There are security levels provided for a reason. If you are reading a post that I have chosen to post as "friends only" ... please understand that I am giving you (the reader) a key that others don't have. I am trusting you with my thoughts by giving you that "key". If you don't understand the rules of LiveJournal .. perhaps you should read the TOS again as well as this little tidbit. Thank you !!


Bottom line? Mice are a dime a dozen... and Snakes eat mice... Would somebody feed the dam snake and get it over with...
newavi

Rockets....

Ok, I gotta share this...
Too funny...

It's a bit of a ritual around here that when I get up with boiz, I try to keep everything quiet and let Z get a sleep-in.... that way, after a couple of hours of play and planning, I can expect the boiz to be all busy with something while I take a quick shower.

So I get out of the shower and see Geo crawling over his mom showing her the Apollo 13 rocket we made this morning... We watched that movie yesterday and this morning (except for someone saying "dammit" this movie is fine for little kids and fostered a lot of cool discussions...)



Now, normally I'd say g'morning and get Z a coffee and let her start her wake up routine... Except, well,... the way things have been going - and 'cause I noticed she was still wearing a satin black thong (I simply cannot resist saying a prayer of thanks to whoever the heck invented the thong... dear lord I'm just putty in the hands hands of a thong...) I thought... shucks... I'mma gonna give that girl a snuggle...

So,... I shoo the boi away and send him downstairs... and climb in bed... without getting as graphic as I'm thinking I'd like to... we end up in a bit of a horizontal bop (have I mentioned what a turn on a thong is yet?). I redid the ol'smoothy shave again last night... and we were in the middle of talking hot about altoids, me, and old smoothy ("talk" can play a great part in the whole deal for me...) and ... and...
George comes in the room. Now, we're a lot less sexually frustrated than we've been in the past so this was greeted with a humor and we coyly explained that "yes I will get you some scissors but you will have to go back down stairs and wait for a bit... " "HOW LONG?" "Give us a few minutes ok..." "OK!"
And he leaves...

We hear him get down stairs and we're back at it... then we hear...
"DAD! ARE YOU COMMING YET?... HOW LONG BEFORE YOU COME? I WANT YOU TO COME RIGHT NOW!"
LMAO geez... Needless to say things kinda fizzled ... but there's always later. :D
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