I am beautiful....





....am I not?









Dannie sweetie......send me step by step instructions (with photos....mind you) on how to do this sex thing.


Please.

AUNTY COOBY!!




PillowPants hurt my feelings.

Where are you my love???

Well I hope Broken Hart is fixed.... again.



Gimme some dat Michigan and 2.5 !







I'm hoping Deckman doesn't fog out Saturday...that's the only thing that will stop an Ohio State minus 17 cover.



I will take Ohio State here....and Deckman better get it right.

NOW this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back — For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.

The jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a hunter—go forth and get food of thine own.

Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle—the Tiger, the Panther, the Bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken—it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crops, and the brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will,
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.

Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter; and none may deny her the same.

Cave-Right is the right of the Father—to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of the Head Wolf is Law.

Now these are the Laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is—Obey!

I really liked this one.

OOOOOOOOOO

And Hossy, fine work in that Vanilla thread. Word to your mother.

GOD THIS IS GREAT STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have received pies from 2 fellow predators.






I am diminished.

UH-OH...my dyslexia is acting up again...or the line changed...but now it's Illlinois getting the 2.5.



But I'll still take Michigan.

I found this highly poetic.



I approve of this message.




http://www.femjoy.com/setdetails.php/111593_wee237

Oh my, I was on that site just 3 minutes ago...are you watching me?

Nice!

Well NO!




ror!





Yes...fine choice.

Now this is what you call yer quality smut.

Tastefully done....yet scintilating.

The music makes me want to sing...

Deep inside the forest is a door into another land,
Here is our life and home,
We are staying, here forever in the beauty of this place all alone
We keep on hoping . . .

Maybe, there’s a world where we won’t have to run, and
Maybe, there’s a time we’ll call our own,
Living free in harmony and majesty,
Take me home, Take me home.

=;>





LateFires may have taken the 10 count...at least a standing 8.

!OOOOOOOOOO!

I can't believe I just wasted more time watching GhostHunters.

Plumbers in day....VanHelsings at night.




Oh boy do they find ghosts.









What's that noise?


Sounds like some kind of breathing...coming from the bathroom.Let's check it out.




YES...it's coming from here in the bathroom.




It's..OH MY GOD!!

The toilet is running!!!

It's a bad flapper valve!!!!




AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!











SHHH!!....Did you hear that?

Yes...drip-drip -drip.....it's coming from the kitchen sink.

You open the doors below it.

I'm afraid...you do it.

Ok............




......EEEEEEEK!!! It's a leaking service connection!!!




argggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! !!































Uh-oh....cold spot.

Ya..feel it too....let's see where it leads us.

Ah....real cold here...it's coming from behind that door! Open it.

No.

Oh you sissy...ok..I will.





OH NO!!...IT'S COMING FROM RIGHT INSIDE THE REFRIDGERATAH!!!!!!!!!!!




LET'S GET OUTA HERE!!!!!


































God it's so phony.


Ghosts draw energy from heat...so they can materialize and do things.



But cold spots are a strong indication of their presence.











Bull Fucl<.

I'm going out to boost a couple loaves of rye bread.....tired of getting stiffed by the super markets on them.


It may take a while...might be late coming back.





But I hope the Woods remain Snowy.