I believe there is a "No Racists Allowed In The CAH-SOL" sign posted by the drawbridge.

OK then Ted Kennedy...

No fat, drunk, lady-killing senators either.

:) :tro:

ooooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOOOOooooOO
















BOO!!





























YOW!!!!
















Oh..it was only me . I scared myself. I must get use to haunting again.



Anyhooo.....yes. Thank you,DOD.No unsavory characters are allowed in the ...CAH-SOL.

I recall how that night led me to having that drawskirt made for you.


ILY,
:{>:

Almost died from Ulcerative Colitis... was staying in christchurch and the doc's over there are idiots IMO. Had to fly from christchurch to auckland to LA to Philly with less than 50% of the blood in my body. Got to the hospital here, immediately had 4 units of blood transfused.. and felt much better and recovered in a few months!

:mad:

O=:>


I have retreated into the shadows...juuuuust in time.

you're lucky.. I'll put a vampire a$$ wooping on you.

I kept telling you yesterday we needed a haunting !!!!! See what happens when you don't stick to the task at hand.


Your just jealous Trusty and I get to travel and your stuck only being able to think about it,
because your a head with no body and never get out........:D


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....................

You are entirely mistaken I am definitely not cheap, didn't you get your bill?


Shadow people...fun, fun, fun, they're even scarier than ghosts I'm eagerly awaiting todays plot, ghosts, shadow people, vampires and New Zealand.
The cat won't be interested unless their is smut involved....:D

You always out do yourself.......:{>:

Oh yes ..the price list.

Got it------:mad:




Hang in there.....hot ghostly transmissions will be made tonight....when it's dark.






:{>: isn't the only thing pink and pulsating.



























Oh...









































.........BOO!!

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.)

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!

I still have a woody on from my Debbie description.


It may be sometime before scene 3 becomes a reality.

I now have a myriad of evil thoughts spinning around in my noodle.






I am on creative smut overwork.

I must shut down and erase-erase.

uh oh




I hope his noodle doesn't explode.

It didn't...I sent everything back to my memory dump.



Awaiting review.

Now I go into trance and rest.

And so... by chance....renew my nest.

I sniff Chanel no. 69.







This is very bad!

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.

When she came fully to....she noticed her black seethrough waist ribbon was gone.












:)

:eek:


That will teach me not to crawl around looking for a dropped contact.

And you spent all day yesterday on THIS?
New Zealnd was more interesting.........at least there was an FBA....:p







































THUD

OR.......












maybe that was me since we are one and the same now....:zz:


Only you and I will know the truth and the wolf will be perpetually confused! ;)

Never wiggle your dupa at a predator.


Or do so at your own peril.

Yes, panthers do lurk about the grass now don't they? ;)

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.

WELL........


it's more than you managed to accomplish after toiling all day......:p


So back to hauntings, or else I'm going to chit chat with Trusty about New Zealand....:D...... 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

Well I have not had much motivation.





That woman was a lot more than disgusting.

The story turned my stomach.

Light weight.........:rolleyes:












uh





no




















that would be FEATHER weight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well it looks as though all stops must now be pulled.





You are going to be one very sorry, horny lady.

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.

Maybe.




:mad:

It appears the end of the line has been reached .

There shall be no more love scenes by ...MORTE'.



And someone is now going on ignore.

:)