You can also clone yourself for another perfect

person.

Person shouldn't reveal such personal information like

that...

that i forgot it was Easter is a major

sin

Sin is a sharing experience for me this year because I seriously thought it was next

weekend.

Weekend of sin are awesome

fun!

Fun and sin don't necessarily go hand in hand, but as I recall (it's been a long time), the two combined make for an excellent

night.

night is when i really prefer to have fun and be really

wicked 

Wicked nights were once my favcourite, but now I fall asleep long before all the naughty bits take

place.

place me firmly at the top of the welcome home list for mrs

starkers 

starkers has alot of catching up to

do

Do me a favour and please refrain fron discussing my 'love life' here in the forums, cos it makes me feel inadequate alongside the bloke who said "once a king always a king, but once a knight is

enough"

enough is NEVER enough

methinks

Methinks you might be a bit of a nympho with a penchant for dirty old men at a very young

age.

Age on the internet is no

obstacle. :karma:

Obstacle in my path was an enormously gigantic woman blocking the alleyway, no matter what I did I could not get around her or under her, so I climbed the ladders in her stockings and went over the

top.

Top spot is a very lonely

spot.

Spot of tea for the pause that's

 refreshing

refreshing cabbage soup is what i

desire

Desire it all you like, my dear, and whereever you be let your wind go

free.

Free and unabashed feeling, for cabbage and bean odoriferous

music.

Music to my ears is when a lady is adamant she never farts and subsequently peels one off to rival even my

best.

Best to never Poof when your a lady like

me.

Me thinks the lady doth protest (her innocence) too much, and there are times, if not in the elevator, when a sneaky one wriggles its way free from between her tightened butt cheeks in lock-down and into the unsuspecting world, thus surprising the olfactory organs of most, and causing them all to look for somebody (else) to blame because it was almost inaudible in the hustle and bustle of their busy

lives.

Lives of poofs thank goodness doesn't last very long, otherwise they'd be Supernatural.

As for me I have taught myself to burp

instead.

Instead of trying to cover it up, why not admit it... that no matter how hard the training was to "burp instead" some of that gas is going to continue its passage downward to an alternative

exit.