S'il vous plaît pardonnez-que je l'odeur de sexe.
Mais ma vie est pleine de passion
Comes in from the trap door~
Digs in the toy box behind the bar.
Pulls out some unopened lubricant.
Also several new unopened toys, paddles, restraints and such.
Behind the bar… grabs the bottle of Godiva Chocolate and whipped cream.
Puts it all in a black bag.
Slips out the back door.
Evil smile~
Runs back in grabs a Six pack of Viagra Fizz. Hey I'm not 19 anymore what the fuck.
MozyBonz wrote:S'il vous plaît pardonnez-que je l'odeur de sexe.
Mais ma vie est pleine de passion
Comes in from the trap door~
Digs in the toy box behind the bar.
Pulls out some unopened lubricant.
Also several new unopened toys, paddles, restraints and such.
Behind the bar… grabs the bottle of Godiva Chocolate and whipped cream.
Puts it all in a black bag.
Slips out the back door.
Evil smile~
Runs back in grabs a Six pack of Viagra Fizz. Hey I'm not 19 anymore what the fuck.
I love this Bar. It has everything! Where else can you go to get free drinks, see art work on the walls, find panties on moose antlers, be able to bring your grandbaby in, have breakfast ready 24/7, (or lunch or dinner), get steaming hot cowboy coffee or espresso, sleep under a NEB (with friends, strangers, mules, monkeys, guys who jack off incessantly, flowers, ballerinas, DJs, and more!), have a rip-roaring fireplace going all the time, meet up with good friends (who seem to speak a multitude of languages), watch people pole dance, listen to great music, exchange in stimulating conversations and jokes, and get lube, sex toys, and viagra?!!
Da Mule wrote:Has anyone tried that yours and mine KY jelly? Do you notice a difference or is it just mentholated?
I will let you know....
*being a very visual person, Monkeypoo sees the viagra is gone from the counter, half the KY jelly is gone, the batteries in the sex toys are buzzing low, and Mozy's avatar is a hand*
Da Mule wrote:Has anyone tried that yours and mine KY jelly? Do you notice a difference or is it just mentholated?
I will let you know....
*being a very visual person, Monkeypoo sees the viagra is gone from the counter, half the KY jelly is gone, the batteries in the sex toys are buzzing low, and Mozy's avatar is a hand*
*touches jukebox, stands for a minute listening, heads to the bar feeling meloncholy missing baby RJ
and thinking about people in NC and VA that she'd rather not be thinking about, pulls out the bottle of
Malibu Coconut Rum from behind the bar, wonders where everyone is tonight*
*a shot of coconut rum gets rid of the meloncholy pretty damn quickly ~ woohoooo ~ and monkeypoo skips happily over to the jukebox already knowing full-damn-well what the fuck she wants to hear, and she wants to hear it HELLA FUCKING LOUD*
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Just talking to myself, mind ya'... Dang. I wanna go dancing. It's been waaaaaaay far too long. Oh wait! I danced with Regyna and Sensei at Opulent Temple Massive in SF March 6th. Yay! *happy memory* Cool. That was fun, but next time I won't wear my boots. No way. *thinks about how awesome boots and heels look, but how easily they become painful after awhile of stomping, thrashing, pounding feet on ground* A man invented heels. IMHO, the thoughtless hairbrained mother fucker obviously never tried wearing them himself for any amount of time, let alone one hour! If I ever meet that man....well, I'll kiss him first, just to be hospitable and polite for inventing "the look", but then I'm gonna kick his fucking ass all over Sacramento for not taking into consideration that they really do hurt womens' feet like a mother fucker after an hour. *snarls, sips the sweetness of the ice cold coconut freshness, notices how it burns clowly down her esophagus and hits her tummy, sashays (sp?) on over to the jukebox, kisses it gently, throws the empty shotglass across the room which hits the moosehead over the fireplace in the forehead*
OOPS! I meant to do that.
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*pours another icy shot, bobs head back and forth to music, looks around at the emptiness, decides to go make some popcorn, bumps her butt up against the jukebox, hippie dance time*
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Hmm, where's Mozy? That dude is always in here. Ran outta here naked with that viagra bottle. Go, dude!
*hits jukebox, jumps up and down when she hears Janis Joplin*
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*feeling mellow, takes one more shot*
I heart this song....
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I'm hungry now. Dancing makes me hungry. *goes off to bar kitchen*
Artemis wrote:Hi monkey. Why are you missing grandbaby? Is he sleeping?
No. He's at the other grandparents' house until Sunday morning. I miss the little bugger. Every day is an adventure with him. I can't believe how fucking awesomely happy I am when I am taking care of him. He's such a joy. He's doing things new almost every day now. He scooted 2 feet today on his belly! Yesterday he started holding his own bottle. I make homemade babyfood and he is like digging it, eating good fruits and veggies. He talks jobberish up a storm and he giggles now, too! Send me into Mars laughing, I tell you. And Grannypoo knows just exactly where his little giggly buttons are. He's got these little ribs - on on each side - that if you touch it ever so slightly he just goes monkey-ape-shit-wild. I love the sound of babies giggling...especially RJ. *long sigh and pause* Probably TMI, but WTF, I don't care. My heart is full. It glows inside me these days. I am happy here. I'm right where I am supposed to be and I can't imagine my life any differently. Life is bliss right now. I thought about this blissfulness yesterday, or maybe I thought about it last week. 4 months ago my life was crazy chaotic after the housefire, and mostly everything in my life was burned, then I moved back here quick-like, and my days are so freaking domestic now and calm and peaceful. It was crazy whacko. I don't have shit today, but it's all okay cuz I have what I need, and I don't need anything really. All I need and want is my daughter and grandbaby, and to live in the sunshine of California again, and pet these 3 stupid crazy cats here, and grow my little garden, hang out with special friends I love (you know who you are xoxoxo). Life is good.
Cool. You got the last sip. *eyeballs inside of bottle* That shit was going down too smooth.
Funky? Uh-huh! Funky is right! *looks in bottle again* Oopsy-doodles! Bottle is empty.
Dammit I hate it when that happens! *boogie boogie, shake shake shake, dance dance dance*
Bedtime for Bonzo, I gotta go to the BOB Lounge Room now. Dont ask. Only us girls can know. BOB is our secret friend.
*wakes up, rubs eyes, gets up, drags blanket behind her to the water cooler in the corner, lays down underneath it, opens mouth wide, turns the icy cold water spicket on, glugs down 5 gallons, burps, turns spiket off, drags blanket into bar kitchen to cook up 5 pounds of crispy bacon*
*comes out of bar kitchen, dragging blanket behind her, munching on bacon, places it on bar, goes over to the corner, lays down, pulls blanket up over her head, peeks out*
That song always reminds me of the summer I went skydiving.
Man, this place is feaking dead. It's Good Friday. Isn't that a holiday or something? *touches jukebox* Ohhhhh, Steven Tyler's voice is so HOT. He's got some moves going for him too. *drools, gets out cleaning supplies, wipes down bar, dusts off moose head, restocks bar, fills up ice bins, makes sure there's plenty of shot glasses, gets out mop bucket and begins swabbing down the hardwood floors, dances with mop, pretends it's a microphone*