so in conclusion to my ''brief'' search....

[yes yes, we all know who i really am.god knows i s]

a list:

people to whom i might''give-one''

[ i hear thats what they call it these days]

if persuaded with a warm teapot and some oven gloves.

perhaps on a wet tuesday evening...somewhere with scatter cushions...somewhere soporific with the central-heating set up far too high...

the lounge.

a small fold-away table,

neglected cups of tea,

crochet chair covers,

headlights from the passing cars,

on floral wall paper,

and across our skin...

as the no 20 bus slides past the sitting room window,

and my pants slide gently to the floor...

the only sounds:

faint barks from next-doors dog,

the far away hum of pylons...

and breathless sighs of rising and falling couch springs....

hey nonny ninny

stan cooke

notastitchtowear

morrissey the 23rd

gender nectar

3/4 of a person

mindy

and if i may be briefly and childishly cruel:

people who fall short:
[in more ways than one]

no luck for these folks:

mr pooper.

genghis mc shit pants

mr pooper.

''mr crabs'' the diseased orangutang.

mr pooper,
the heavy weight turd of the entire universe.

 

[GenderNectar]

Sweet! I made the list! It was my suntanning picture that really did it for you, wasn't it? I took a big chance by posting that because I can see now that the stalkers will be banging down my door wanting to lather me up in aloe, as do you my dear Pillow.

Slap me on the patio. I'll take it now.

 

[yes yes, we all know who i really am.god knows i s]

that wonderful picture has stolen my heart...

older women,
burning sun...

a magical combination.

 

[Stan Cooke]

A 'brief' encounter

I'm afraid you are still trailing way behind Dame Thora Hird in my estimation young lady and until you learn some humility, things shall stay that way.

Dame Thora Hird is a woman of substance (75% yorkshire pudding) and would at least have the courtesy to ask for the pleasure of a gentlemans company before planning a Tuesday evening of imploring activity.

Moreover, Tuesdays may well be the night I keep aside for attending 'baseball' dressed in a 'Yankee' high school jacket with my hair died yellow and wickedly sideshed.

I do however have a wide selection of ovengloves which I would be more than happy to discuss with you should you ever wish to make humane contact outwith the confines of this discussion board. Until then, all talk and no action 'miss so and so' never won skinny boy with fair quiff.

P.S scotsman don't wear 'briefs'. we are too hard

 

[3/4 Of A Person]

Oooer, thank you dear. I AM flattered, flattered indeed.

 

[Girl Drowning]

**SOB**

 

[ha ha. i dont know what youre talking about[shamef]

i felt it would be the height of disrespect to include you fair maiden

you instead,

are on my list of noble creatures:

a list of people,

who are untouchably decent,

and who dont deserve,

to be molested by the likes of me.

yes,

i keep my hands away from treasures like yourself.

 

[Girl Drowning]

My dear....

you are MORE than good enough to sample my charms.......

 

[why must i come here? aaaaand why do i hang around]

well my dear.... lets go and make a stanley sandwich...

 

[Girl Drowning]

Sounds just exquisite