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I still got my Christmas tree up. Decorated with Ellie's lacey underthings. The Bluestone Vibrator was one of 19 ever manufactured. Wait. Nevermind. heh heh. start back up here Glenn. We'll have to do or start or make or insert or inject a new thread. Unless sticky toilet paper is your thing. Yes, mostly when you are "making" Soggy watches over everyone. You seen the TV cameras yet? He's watching you, friend. I guarantee you that. Cher? sick man, sick. Unless you're talking about the 1970s Cher. Well then, time to stick out. Children, we leave our food at the table. man, I raised a knucklehead for a son. go to your internet options and choose the 'desktop' site. or go up to the url, and remove the "m" for mobile out of the url. Honest to God... kids these days I swear. I better not catch you flicking off your mother. Better, yet, Ellie is your mother, so I better not catch you in bed with her. Well now my son. I mean, GLENN! Try holding down CTRL ALT while you click reply. I know what you mean about butt, many times I've wanted to play on Ellie's back nine. are you signed in? DUH! the reply button is ALL THE WAY down at the bottom of the page on that site. Look, I'm not your father. OH Inan A song Soggy had dedicated to his lovely and former perhaps lover Inan. (and when he's not around, you know what I do!) Turn the music on softly, just be sure not to complain that this song never stops then get into another romp with that special someone lying next to you... SoggyManilow now sings: I remember all my life Raining down as cold as ice A shadow of a horny man A face through a motel window Crying in the night The night goes into Morning, just another day Horny people pass my way Looking in their eyes I see a memory I never realized How horny you made me, oh Inan Well you came and you came without faking But I sent you away, oh Inan Will you kissed me and stopped me from sticking out And I need you today, oh Inan I'm sticking out on the edge of time I stuck out when love was mine Caught up in a world of uphill climbing The tears are in my pants And nothing is rhyming, oh Inan Well you came and you came without faking But I sent you away, oh Inan Will you kissed me and stopped me from sticking out And I need you today, oh Inan ...*sniffs sniffs* I think tgs333 aka tomservo is about to cry. That was so touching Soggy. ah, speaking of touching. I'll be right back. well, Soggy, there is only one way to find out! And that's to spend the night in a creepy hotel room with Marge. You can go on ahead mate. Take one for the team. Thanks Soggy. Knew we could count on you. who are you? I think I should have married Agnes. Maybe then I won't get written up all the time at work for hitting on that hot chic in accounting that looks like Ellen Page. Oh well. Enjoy the horror-a-thon at 9. yay, this is still here :) If your 45 wildey magnum runs out of ammo and you know you had only 2 clips. Search frantically for a 3rd clip, knowing you only had 2 clips. Paul Kersey assumed several identities: Kimball, Mac, and Dude.