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#921
07-09-2008, 09:47 PM
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Debbie Does The ...CAH-SOL
SCENE I Riley-O-Riley didn't believe the little snitch notes being sent to her via pm by the two she secretly called pinch faces-- Franny and Sighty-poo.She wasn't for one minute going to believe the indefatigable lover of the natural born microwaves ,MORTE', had given them the most as well as the best they had ever experienced.No sir...they lie.....they both lie just to make Her jealous. But she also lied...to herself .She wanted it all to be a lie because she was jealous. OOOOOO what an evil snotface she could be!Finally she sent a pm calling them both BIG LIAHS!!Franny and Sighty were indignant and challenged her;"Well then you get your yer sorry azz over to Cleveland and go to Frankilin ...CAH-SOL....yerself and find out------if he will have you,that is.A-HAHAHAHAHA!!" They both said. It was odd how they both always said the same thing. ROR had always suspected they were the same person. Just like she suspected BrownSugar and NoseDrops were the same person....and AndyPanda and Steve Bykikle were the same person.She had no doubt Thebby and Cajunatah were the same person. She leaned back in her chair contemplating this challenge....pouty mouthed and open legged.She needed something else between those legs. The local yuk-'em-ups left her wanting....bananas were a better choice. She decided she would do this thing. Once and for all she would find out for herself if the joy of cooking master chef,MORTE', really delivered it as hot as they claimed. The very thought made her throb. She stood up and clutched her breasts. Where were they? "Oh...there they are." she said to herself. Her private play was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was KGB and DaveGrayson wondering when the ironing show would start tomorrow. She slammed the door in their faces and began packing. ( I'm not saying when scene 2 starts.I am a temperamental artist and enjoy spitting on my public in this fashion.) 
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#922
07-10-2008, 12:20 AM
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SCENE II
Debbie flew into Cleveland and arrived at approximately 7:00PM.She was surprised at how her arms were not that tired from the flight. Anyhoo....she had only an overnight bag with her. Dannie had relatives here,but they would now split as Dannie was going to stay,of course , overnight. Debbie had only the sizzling hot outfit she wore as she planned on returning by early next morn. Look---I know I said she packed a bag in scene one,but it was a mistake--she did not. OK? She wore taupe pantyhose...the crotchless variety. Her bra was detachable from the front....and red...and satiny...and very thin.Over this she wore a light,white sweater so tight no one had to guess about her eraser nipples. Her skirt was black and hugged her like it hadn't seen her in years. Her heels were high. She felt hot in this snappy array. She went directly outside the airport and told a cab driver she wanted to go to Franklin....CAH-SOL.The drivers eyes made themselves big....he told her he would only go there for triple fare and if it got dark before they arrived he would stop and she would have to walk the rest of the way.She didn't have to ask why as she already knew what he knew...and what the staring people in the pick up area who had heard her knew...what everyone in this village knew....what you knew as well as I what I knew...or know........................ ............the....CAH-SOL....was haunted. A lot more haunted than that sissy place in New Zealand. She got in the cab and they drove out.They got off the freeway and found Franklin Avenue. Debbie saw a house.A big house with cars parked all around it. She could see a par-tay was going on inside. She noticed a naked woman CheapWhiskey dancing on a coffee table.Her mind said.."Say!...isn't that------nah. Couldn't be." And the cab drove on headed for the 44th St. intersection. Her hot buttons were getting hot in anticipation. She then found herself in shock over a hand climbing up her thigh!! "Oh my God!!."...she shrieked The driver stopped,turned around and asked her what happened.She said..."That hand!!...feeling up my thigh!!" "It's your hand." said the driver. "Oh." said Debbie......feeling even more dense than she ever did in the International Racing thread. She whacked the driver on his head with her purse and told him to just mind his own business and drive. God she was stupid!
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#928
07-10-2008, 11:31 AM
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Sighty-poo was in animal mode.....crawling nude an all fours through the high overgrowth in the ..CAH-SOL's.. backyard....trying to surprise attack the man beast.
She had on only a black seethrough waist ribbon. She crawled stealthily. What a fool. She did not realize she was up against a master predator.....where the hunter became the hunted. MORTE'WOLF had sniffed her scent. SPSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! He attacked swiftly and strongly from behind. He was in her before she could grin widely. 30 minutes later he left her in a quivering mass. And this time he did chew his prey.....just a little.
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#932
07-10-2008, 12:56 PM
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OR....... maybe that was me since we are one and the same now....  Only you and I will know the truth and the wolf will be perpetually confused! 
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#934
07-10-2008, 01:30 PM
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Tod Marks Photo - Daybreak over Oklahoma
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#935
07-10-2008, 01:32 PM
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Oh give a break already. That "irrefutable" ghost face was something you can see in cloud formations every day. These guys are supposed to debunk??? What a bunch of clowns.
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#936
07-10-2008, 02:20 PM
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WELL........
it's more than you managed to accomplish after toiling all day......  So back to hauntings, or else I'm going to chit chat with Trusty about New Zealand....  ...... here's a good one from NOLA, well she was not good she certainly was a very bad woman.http://www.paramyst.com/lalauriemansion.html
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#940
07-10-2008, 06:42 PM
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Care-la got up on the table and brought a floor lamp with her. She instructed the band to play the blues song...Mona. She ripped off her dress and began dancing in her undergarments.....holding the pole of the lamp with one hand and setting her hot box firmly against it.....wiggling in rhythm to the music...up and down.
Drunken old men quickly gathered....recognizing the movements of a professional CheapWhiskey dancer. Unfortunately for Care-la.....Franny also recognized what was going on. In the excitement and gathering crowd.....she secreted the man in the grey suit off to the attic ballroom where another par-tay was going on....telling him she wanted to dance to dirty ballroom music with him. This will be to die for.
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