I forgot...there's nothing like tryptophan to fix things.
Of course any adults around him could always slip a few of Big Pharma's essentials into his formula and fix everything.
Remember, the future is synthetic!
go ask alice
Dear Alice,
I broke my arm setting up for the Michigan Decomp a couple weeks ago. I'm finding it very frustrating to pleasure myself with my "weaker" hand. Do you have any advice for me?
Cooky
p.s. I still had a great time at the decomp, broken arm and all. I even learned that codeine goes really nicely with my preferred jaeger and red bull cocktail.
I broke my arm setting up for the Michigan Decomp a couple weeks ago. I'm finding it very frustrating to pleasure myself with my "weaker" hand. Do you have any advice for me?
Cooky
p.s. I still had a great time at the decomp, broken arm and all. I even learned that codeine goes really nicely with my preferred jaeger and red bull cocktail.
dear c -
this is the perfect time to stregnthen your non-dominant hand. this is a good practice for anyone. for example, i can type 80 words a minute with one hand - a good skill.
start by placing a metal folding chair on a table. draw the chair with your non dominant hand. i think you'll be surprised and pleased at the results.
love,
alice
this is the perfect time to stregnthen your non-dominant hand. this is a good practice for anyone. for example, i can type 80 words a minute with one hand - a good skill.
start by placing a metal folding chair on a table. draw the chair with your non dominant hand. i think you'll be surprised and pleased at the results.
love,
alice
bitch all you want - it won't change nothin.
Dear Alice,
Remember the girl from the hot tub that I wrote you about? Well, I have an update ... and another question.
I visited her again last night, and she was not nearly so coy with her attentions. It probably didn't hurt that I showed her your response to my previous question. When she got to the part where you called her a slut, she threw her own trick cigarette away and started attacking me! If I'd known that was what she was waiting for, I would have called her a slut myself the moment we met!
Anyway, things started getting pretty hot and heavy, and just then, her husband walked in. Apparently, the two of them have one of those "polyamory" agreements, in which she can do whatever she wants, but he has the undisputed right to walk in any time he wants, at which time she is required to pretend she's "just relaxing" or "doing body work."
To make a long, hard, throbbing ... er, I mean, to make a long story short, this happened over and over, all night long. We went through enough condoms to keep a medium-sized Sri Lankan rubber tree plantation in business for six weeks, with nary a denouement (that's French for "orgasm") in sight.
So here's my question: do I try to reach my connection and see if I can get enough meth to enable me to outlast the conniving cuckold? Do I get off the damned e-playa, head for a porn site, and finish the job myself? Do I give up on wifey and jump hubby's bones? Or do I keep waiting and hope the morning will bring the moment we've all (or we've both, anyway) been waiting for?
Desperately awaiting your answer,
Blue Balls on the Bay
Remember the girl from the hot tub that I wrote you about? Well, I have an update ... and another question.
I visited her again last night, and she was not nearly so coy with her attentions. It probably didn't hurt that I showed her your response to my previous question. When she got to the part where you called her a slut, she threw her own trick cigarette away and started attacking me! If I'd known that was what she was waiting for, I would have called her a slut myself the moment we met!
Anyway, things started getting pretty hot and heavy, and just then, her husband walked in. Apparently, the two of them have one of those "polyamory" agreements, in which she can do whatever she wants, but he has the undisputed right to walk in any time he wants, at which time she is required to pretend she's "just relaxing" or "doing body work."
To make a long, hard, throbbing ... er, I mean, to make a long story short, this happened over and over, all night long. We went through enough condoms to keep a medium-sized Sri Lankan rubber tree plantation in business for six weeks, with nary a denouement (that's French for "orgasm") in sight.
So here's my question: do I try to reach my connection and see if I can get enough meth to enable me to outlast the conniving cuckold? Do I get off the damned e-playa, head for a porn site, and finish the job myself? Do I give up on wifey and jump hubby's bones? Or do I keep waiting and hope the morning will bring the moment we've all (or we've both, anyway) been waiting for?
Desperately awaiting your answer,
Blue Balls on the Bay
the outrageous thing about sites like this is while I can get a ton of scrip meds w/o a scrip I can't get tryptofan.Visit the wonderful European website: www.getpharma.com
dear triple b -Flux wrote:Dear Alice,
Remember the girl from the hot tub that I wrote you about? Well, I have an update ... and another question.
I visited her again last night, and she was not nearly so coy with her attentions. It probably didn't hurt that I showed her your response to my previous question. When she got to the part where you called her a slut, she threw her own trick cigarette away and started attacking me! If I'd known that was what she was waiting for, I would have called her a slut myself the moment we met!
Anyway, things started getting pretty hot and heavy, and just then, her husband walked in. Apparently, the two of them have one of those "polyamory" agreements, in which she can do whatever she wants, but he has the undisputed right to walk in any time he wants, at which time she is required to pretend she's "just relaxing" or "doing body work."
To make a long, hard, throbbing ... er, I mean, to make a long story short, this happened over and over, all night long. We went through enough condoms to keep a medium-sized Sri Lankan rubber tree plantation in business for six weeks, with nary a denouement (that's French for "orgasm") in sight.
So here's my question: do I try to reach my connection and see if I can get enough meth to enable me to outlast the conniving cuckold? Do I get off the damned e-playa, head for a porn site, and finish the job myself? Do I give up on wifey and jump hubby's bones? Or do I keep waiting and hope the morning will bring the moment we've all (or we've both, anyway) been waiting for?
Desperately awaiting your answer,
Blue Balls on the Bay
sounds like quite an adventure you're having! i am certainly pleased that my advice was so effective. i have only one question: why didn't you take her to a cheap, sleazy hotel with a heart-shaped bed, mirrors on the ceiling, a hot tob shaped like a grotto? that way, you could have privacy from the conniving cuckold, not defoliate the sri lankan rubber tree population, and not worry about blue balls.
meth, buggery and waiting are all options. my advice to you is to get a gross of condoms, a kryptonite bike lock, and knock the bastard senseless and leave him in the broom closet til you're done.
love,
alice
bitch all you want - it won't change nothin.
how bout a cup of warm milk? a turkey sandwich? whenever i'm depressed, i share a can of tuna fish with my cat.stuart wrote:the outrageous thing about sites like this is while I can get a ton of scrip meds w/o a scrip I can't get tryptofan.Visit the wonderful European website: www.getpharma.com
bitch all you want - it won't change nothin.
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dear bc -Blue's Clues wrote:Dear Alice,monogamy doesn't work.
That's all you've got? "You made bad choices in life, you are fucked." No touchy feely offer me a hanky or a panky for that matter? No go explore your creativity. Jeebus, I'm dyin' here. Throw me a bone fer chris' sakes.
Love,
BC
doesn't sound fatal to me. in fact, sounds like a personal problem. i can, however, offer you a hanky, all the panky you can stand and deliver and the bone, i think, is yours.
love,
alice.
bitch all you want - it won't change nothin.
Dear Alice,
Dad stuck this pot on my head and thought it was sooooo goddam funny, he posted it on the internet. "my son the pot head" Fer Chrissakes, how do I deal with it? I mean, I shit all over him and only say 'mama' never "dada' but the geezer won't quit. What's a kid to do?
Lil Lusty
Dad stuck this pot on my head and thought it was sooooo goddam funny, he posted it on the internet. "my son the pot head" Fer Chrissakes, how do I deal with it? I mean, I shit all over him and only say 'mama' never "dada' but the geezer won't quit. What's a kid to do?
Lil Lusty
It ain't the hanging, it's the drop.
(snorting laughter)SED wrote:Dear Alice,
Dad stuck this pot on my head and thought it was sooooo goddam funny, he posted it on the internet. "my son the pot head" Fer Chrissakes, how do I deal with it? I mean, I shit all over him and only say 'mama' never "dada' but the geezer won't quit. What's a kid to do?
Lil Lusty
bitch all you want - it won't change nothin.
dear s -Sylvia wrote:Dear Alice
I loved you as a man, and now I love you as a woman. I'm so confused. Is gender really a construct, afterall.
Syliva
i think the real issue here is that i am actually a gay man trapped inside a woman's body.
you're attraction to me, and your own gender confusion, may be the simple result of your being a lesbian trapped inside a man's body.
then again, how the fuck would i know?
love,
alice
bitch all you want - it won't change nothin.
dear h -herself wrote:Dear alice,
my bfriend likes blow jobs and I don't like oral sex. Are you available?
thx, herself
well, now, that depends, doesn't it?
so who is he? one part hercules, one part cyrano?
you've got my attention, if nothing else.
love,
alice
bitch all you want - it won't change nothin.