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LADIES: Have U ever been in a wet t-shirt contest?
I was, in my younger days. As U know when you're wet and chilly the nipples pop out? Well I put STARS in that area and a HUNK wanted to remove those STARS. I told him, not to touch the merchantise. Hee Hee.

Only ones at my house for fun in the summer with my friends

What makes spongebob so sexy?
I just LOVE spongebob like hell. I've been watching spongy since i was 8 yrs old.

Do you agree that spongy is one wet, soft & delicious looking hunk?

i agree with you he is good he show love on every one he is in professional dress as you see him, on squar pants brown boots white collar,red tie on him make sexxy to see i thought

Please read this and give me some feedback, I'm feeling depressed.?
Tried and I've tried, but can't figure it out,
Why everthing I do, ,just makes me pout.
Meaningless gestures, as people go by,
deep down inside, no idea that I cry.

Lost and alone and completely gone stale,
the only thing good in my life...a gorgeous female.
Good times there are none, they're all in the past
Sometimes I wonder why I've even last.

Clever abandon, I ignore all of life,
the only one I care for would be my wife.
Timessless passing the rest of the day, Most times I feel like a hunk of wet clay.

Time passing by, my life gone in a blur
When I step off this earth, the wind it will stir.
Try to remember the times that we shared, Everyone tells me that all of you cared..

Passing these days with only remorse,
All of my papers together, of course.
Good bye to the wars and the petulant fools, /.
The diaudid I took, it's over, my mouth only drool.

"I give up"

Hopeless and too sad, but an excellent poem.The first and last stanzas are my favorite. Get those bad ideas out of your troubled head! I'd hate to think what would come of you if you ever lost your wife.

Kitten Sneezing??
My baby Kitten got scared and ran under neath our stove, and I had to literally get her out from underneath it....(i was gentle of corse...she's my baby) and now, she's sneezing, but her nose is cold and wet...When I got her out, there was a HUGE hunk of dust on her....(didnt know it was that dirty under there).....She hasn't had any of her shots yet, but she's going next week....is she allergic to dust, or is she catching a cold or something now?! PLEASE HELP!!!

It's just dust, imaging what would happen if you were in a dusty place up to your eyeballs :) Dust makes EVERYONE sneeze. And cats are very low to the ground, so they sniff up lost of dust, just like ferrets. Those sneeze a lot too. Don't worry about it.

I enjoy watching my wife with other men. Am I crazy?
I've been happily married for 11 years to what I consider my soul mate. When we first met, we were both sexually adventurous and crazy as a dating couple; threesomes, swapping, kink, you name it, we did it. Then when we tied the knot and started a family, things settled down, which was fine. My wife's libido for sexual wildness disappeared, partly I assume because of the baby and a new chapter in our life. I didn't mind, because in truth, I too was a little burnt out by all of it, and also had changed a bit. I was enjoying growing my business and raising a family, and there was no time (literally) for anything but family and work.

About 2 years ago, I suggested to my wife that we get a babysitter and go to a popular Latin themed night club for dancing and drink without the guys. My wife loves to dance ménage and Salsa and I'm terrible at it. In our younger years, I never had an issue with her dancing with other guys, and this evening it was no different. She started dancing with a younger Latin guy and seemed to be having a great time. All of us were consuming a lot of liquor, and during one point I saw her dance partner grab her *** during the dance. She removed his hand and backed away. He made some apologetic gesture and they continued dancing again. After they were done she walked over to me, laughing that "he was getting a little out of control", in which I replied, "don't worry about it, he's young and horny and you're gorgeous, so what do you expect?" She looked back at me and admitted that was a hunk and that she was having a great time. I then blurted out that I was really getting turned on by watching her dance with him and that I thought it was hot that he as groping her. She grabbed me and gave me a long wet kiss and asked if I really didn't mind.

The next dance set, she was making out him, grinding, getting her *** groped, and I was almost cumming in my pants. By 1:30 am we were all trashed and in a drunken state, with her dance partner standing there with us, I asked her if she wanted to sleep with him, although I used a different expletive. The next thing I know, I was buying condoms at the 24 hr CVS, and then checking us into a Red Roof Inn. I sat in a corner and watched my wonderful and beautiful wife get thoroughly "you know what" for about an hour strait. I did not participate. I asked him to leave when they were through. I felt such an incredible charge and I felt renewed as a person, which seemed strange to me. Here my wife was with another guy, and I felt like a teenage again. My wife was pretty trashed, and passed out on the way home.

The next morning we talked about and my wife laughed it off, saying it was pretty much a blur. A week later she admitted that it wasn't that much of a blur and that she really enjoyed herself. We had great sex and would talk about it frequently while in bed.

Since then, she has taken a lover that she sees once or twice a month. Sometimes I'm present, sometimes I am not. Regardless, we both really get our rocks of by this lifestyle.

I do have moments of worry though, wondering if her sexual relationship will turn into anything more than sex. She promises no, and claims that it's strictly sexual. He's much younger (early 20s), ethnic (not that it matters) and she says that it's all about the bedroom; his youth, stamina and physique.

I do enjoy seeing and knowing my wife is having incredible sex with this guy. Am I crazy? Are we both crazy? LOL...

Well, you're two consenting adults, so do whatever is right for you and your wife. If you both are really ok with it, and enjoy it, then go right ahead. Personally, I do think you are both crazy. LOL

What do you think of the beggining of this book. Be honest. i need really good detail please. Bad good. Change?
I slowly take my last restful breath, Stretch, and Yawn. I slowly slip into my Juicy Catoure one of a kind slippers. There manly pink with fluffy fur around them and a snuggly warm inside to keep my feet snug. I always loved the way the Golden Tiara shined when ever the light from my window hit it. It somehow felt to me like my life was based around my Popularity and Clothing. I mean that’s what you get for having Ubber rich parents. The downside I never really get to see them, but that’s in a way good considering when I do see them all they do is fight. Currently I am known as the Drop dead gorgeous girl, who ever guy drops there jacket in a puddle so my Ed Hardy’s don’t get wet Type. I mean how can you help not fall in love, yet loath my Beauty. I have Black Hair, That Flows down my bodacious body like a waterfall. I am gifted with Blue eyes that shine in the light, and glow in the night. You see me as a girl with quite a heave of a chest, and log legs that seem to be endless. I am just perfect. <3 hopefully I am not to late for the first day of school, I don’t want to be too Fashionably late. It's about a 10 minute ride from my house, and surprisingly for once I make it on time. There they are my gang, waiting for MOI :) I knew they’d wait for me. I mean it's not a complete appearance through the halls, with out me standing there, my radiance out shining everyone’s. What’s up Aphrodite? That’s Heath the crack head/alcoholic of our crew; you can smell that stench from about a mile away, but his looks make up for it ;) Nothing, now let’s go we got to make an appearance before the halls get cleared. All of a sudden everything that was happening, the talking, the packing, and the fooling STOPS. As we walk past the Nerd heard. Clary let’s get a move on it! I shout out, she’s walking slower then a handicapped turtle. As usual all our lockers are placed in the same section, the best part of the halls. Once in grade 7 they placed me in the wrong section, and well let’s just say I had a fit, a BIG one, and they never got it wrong again. Perfect first period we have Literature, what a Bore Fest. ****, I forgot my book at home, let me take that Clary. Wtf? Ya sorry just say you forgot it or some junk like that, I need to keep my grades up if I want to keep my place as the head on the cheer team. So do I Aphrodite. What ever. That’s Clary, the closes thing that could be even considered a BFF. <3 Like any other day, everyone takes they’re seat together except me I sit alone. I always do because sitting next to one of those things, subtracts for my beauty. Suddenly it happens the new guy walks in. Hey everyone my names Jamey. Aphrardite is it ok if Jamey shares a seat with you? I start to stutter, OhMyJeepers! S-S-Sure. Thank you very much Aphrardite. Slowly he starts walking towards me, my heart is pounding extremely loud in my chest, and people are staring at me with such strong shocked expressions. The chair scratches the floor as he moves it aside to take a seat, wow am I really starting to fall head over heals for this hunk of eye candy. Brown Hair that tempts you to run your fingers through it, Hazel green eyes that I am getting lost in right this instant, and such a hunk a junka body that it looks like he can pick up a truck. Hey Aphradite, thanks for letting me sit with you.

I thought that it was very good. There was good detail, but it was kind of hard to read with how you set it up. I would suggest some paragraphs. There were also a few grammer mistakes and you changed how you spelled Aphrodite half way through. I also think that you should expand a little more on Aphrodite's character. I think it is interesting how you chose to have a popular girl as your main character. I would also use parentheses when there is dialogue, even if it is in the past. But for the most part it is really good. Keep writing! :D

How often should I change the band-aide ?
Okay so last night I cut my ankle Majorly bad while I was shaving.Like a huge hunk of skin was in my razor.Well its pretty deep and pretty gory .When I first cut it The blood literally covered a whole towel in blood.And then 2 wash clothes.After awhile I decided well its not gonna completely stop bleeding so I went ahead and put 4 band-aides on it and some neosporin.It was about 9pm when I put the band-aide and neosporin on it.This morning I got in the shower and when I got out I started trying to Take the band-aide off and and it was stuck!It hurt so bad.Well I realized then that it had bled pretty put all night..There was no dry blood on the band-aide just wet and gewy.I changed the band-aides and neosporin.(this was about at 10am).Could this possibly get infected?Ive never cut myself this bad.On a scale from 1-10 on how bad you can cut yourself shaving id give this one a 8-9 or possibly a 10.How often should I change the band-aides and neosporin?Is there any other medicines I should use to help it heal?Or any special stuff I should put on it?Should I change it again now?Its been about 6 hours since I last changed it and washed it with a cold wet ragg.Thanks ALOT!

If I read that correctly, and you haven't stopped bleeding since yesterday, that's really bad and you should go to the hospital.

If I read that wrong, and you're just having band-aid problems, you should change it every 10 - 12 hours until it's completely scabbed over, then you should just change it when it gets dirty or starts falling off.

What do you think of this part of my book?
What do you think of this small portion of my book? I haven't edited it yet so if you could help me with that? I am a very young writer (13) so I am not that good..point of views? Help?

After her work was done and the essay sat on her desk along with the laptop, Sophie slid of her bed and stood as she looked around her plain white room. She walked slowly downstairs and into the kitchen to make supper. Boiling noodles, she stood in front of the small pantry and leaned over and grabbed a bottle of spaghetti sauce.
When the noodles, meatballs, and sauce were all mixed together, an engine sound startled her and the next thing she knew her mom and Alex, her brother, stepped in the house. Alex’s face brightened up as he sniffed the aroma of steaming spaghetti.
“Oh Boy, Spaghetti!” He said while throwing his bag on the floor. “Soph, my tummy’s hungry is it almost done? Can I help?”
“It’s almost done I just have to set the table.” Sophie replied smiling. “You can help by placing the napkins down after I lay down the plates and cups. Then you can lay down the silverware.”
“Okay! Mommy, I’m helping!” cried the little boy.
“Yes, that’s good Alex, just don’t hurt yourself.” Angie Blake advised.
Alex turned and walked slowly to his sister’s side and tugged on her pants.
“Sophie, where’s the silvware? I forgoted. I just don’t remember ‘cause I only did this kind of stuff once!” He announced while rubbing his nose.
Sophie grabbed the squirmy hand and guided his small body to the bathroom to wash his sticky fingers. Alex crawled onto the stool and stuck out his hand for soap. Sophie squirted out the gooey liquid and helped rub in the suds. Rinsing his hands, Alex cupped them and let the water run through his fingers. Once he finally got the water not to leak, he turned and threw a nice cupful onto Sophie’s shirt.
“Ah! Alex you little, you little silly button! You just can’t go a day without being a nuisance!’Sophie rustled the hunk of brown hair on the little boys head. Alex let out a loud giggle followed by a smirk. Then he dried of his hands.
“That was funny! Your shirt is all wet! Ha, ha, ha!” Alex cried, delighted at his fun. “Let me put some in your hair…” he said while reaching for the soap.
“No, no, no please. I think I’m clean enough.” She said while tickling the squirmy guy. A burst of fresh giggles escaped from the little nipper. He struggled to get away when his “Mommy” came around the corner.
“Guys, can you ever stop? You’re always aggravating each other. Alex, quit provoking and Sophie quit reacting.” Angie declared trying not to burst out laughing at the silliness of her guyren.
The siblings walked slowly back to the kitchen to finish preparing supper. After the table was set, candles lit, and cooking finished, they heard someone at the door fidgeting with the lock. Startled, everyone stood still. Then the door opened and in stepped Sophie’s Dad, Lewis Blake. He was carrying a briefcase in his hand and held a key in the other with a tan coat hanging over his arm.
“Is supper ready? I’m starved!” Lewis announced not even noticing his wife gripping a dish towel.
“Daddy, you’re home!” Alex’s yell was muffled by a sucker hanging out of his small mouth. His lips were green by the sucker and his hands were sticky. He hopped off his chair and ran to hug his Daddy who was hanging up his coat.
“Daddy, did you know…” He stopped to pull the wet, viscous sucker out. He swallowed and continued, puckering his lips. “Did you know that you scared me? I thought you was a robber or maybe Green Goblin!” He used his free hand to point two fingers and his thumb to make a Spiderman web-shooting signal.
“Ah, don’t shoot me! I don’t like spider webs!” he leaned over to place his oversized briefcase next to him against the wall. Still leaning over he grabbed his son under his arms and stood up, putting Alex on his hip. “So how was Preschool today Spiderman?” he asked looking into the bright green eyes of the guy in his arms.
“I learned how to put a new puzzle together! Then, guess what?” he exclaimed.
“What?” Lewis asked, trying to exaggerate a bit.
“I finished learning how to say my ABC’s!” Alex hollered, eyes bulging, he waited for his daddy’s remark.
“Finally, I thought you’d never--” Lewis stopped, with a stern look from his wife; he knew she noticed remark so he began again. “That’s awesome, Alex! Can you show me?”
Pursing his lips, Alex ran through the Alphabet exaggerating on every letter. With a long sigh he had officially completed his run through. With a sense of accomplishment he stuck his sucker back into his mouth and smiled.
“Great job son, you really surprised me how fast you said that! You’ll have to do it again sometime, after we get something into our stomachs!” He said while walking over to their table sitting down Alex. Then he scooted in his own chair relaxing just for a second until grabbing a spoon to dish out his portion of Spaghetti and meatballs.

its really good for you to be so young.
i wncourage you to keep up you love
for writing bc i am 16, and at the age of
12 i got a award for my writing ability and
was was granted early exeptance to a
writers college.
my only advice for you would be to
not use so many things that go in a row.
her mom, her brother, her sister, etc.

and starting sentences out like boiling noodles, the girl did yada yada yada is good, just be sure you dont start sentences like this very often bc it can be repetitive.

best of luck & happy writing!
xoxo
paige

Do you like this...plz read it?
Do you like this...plz help me?
This is a part of the first chapter of my book...do you like it and am I a good writer. also I haven't edited it yet. so...

After her work was done and the essay sat on her desk along with the laptop, Sophie slid of her bed and stood as she looked around her plain white room. She walked slowly downstairs and into the kitchen to make supper. Boiling noodles, she stood in front of the small pantry and leaned over and grabbed a bottle of spaghetti sauce.
When the noodles, meatballs, and sauce were all mixed together, an engine sound startled her and the next thing she knew her mom and Alex, stepped in the house. Alex’s face brightened up as he sniffed the aroma of steaming spaghetti.
“Oh Boy, Spaghetti!” He said while throwing his bag on the floor. “Soph, my tummy’s hungry is it almost done? Can I help?”
“It’s almost done I just have to set the table.” Sophie replied smiling. “You can help by placing the napkins down after I lay down the plates and cups. Then you can lay down the silverware.”
“Okay! Mommy, I’m helping!” cried the little boy.
“Yes, that’s good Alex, just don’t hurt yourself.” Angie Blake advised.
Alex turned and walked slowly to his sister’s side and tugged on her pants.
“Sophie, where’s the silvware? I forgoted. I just don’t remember ‘cause I only did this kind of stuff once!” He announced while rubbing his nose.
Sophie grabbed the squirmy hand and guided his small body to the bathroom to wash his sticky fingers. Alex crawled onto the stool and stuck out his hand for soap. Sophie squirted out the gooey liquid and helped rub in the suds. Rinsing his hands, Alex cupped them and let the water run through his fingers. Once he finally got the water not to leak, he turned and threw a nice cupful onto Sophie’s shirt.
“Ah! Alex you little, you little silly button! You just can’t go a day without being a nuisance!’Sophie rustled the hunk of brown hair on the little boys head. Alex let out a loud giggle followed by a smirk. Then he dried of his hands.
“That was funny! Your shirt is all wet! Ha, ha, ha!” Alex cried, delighted at his fun. “Let me put some in your hair…” he said while reaching for the soap.
“No, no, no please. I think I’m clean enough.” She said while tickling the squirmy guy. A burst of fresh giggles escaped from the little nipper. He struggled to get away when his “Mommy” came around the corner.
“Guys, can you ever stop? You’re always aggravating each other. Alex, quit provoking and Sophie quit reacting.” Angie declared trying not to burst out laughing at the silliness of her guyren.
The siblings walked slowly back to the kitchen to finish preparing supper. After the table was set, candles lit, and cooking finished, they heard someone at the door fidgeting with the lock. Startled, everyone stood still. Then the door opened and in stepped Sophie’s Dad, Lewis Blake. He was carrying a briefcase in his hand and held a key in the other with a tan coat hanging over his arm.
“Is supper ready? I’m starved!” Lewis announced not even noticing his wife gripping a dish towel.
“Daddy, you’re home!” Alex’s yell was muffled by a sucker hanging out of his small mouth. His lips were green by the sucker and his hands were sticky. He hopped off his chair and ran to hug his Daddy who was hanging up his coat.
“Daddy, did you know…” He stopped to pull the wet, viscous sucker out. He swallowed and continued, puckering his lips. “Did you know that you scared me? I thought you was a robber or maybe Green Goblin!” He used his free hand to point two fingers and his thumb to make a Spiderman web-shooting signal.
“Ah, don’t shoot me! I don’t like spider webs!” he leaned over to place his oversized briefcase next to him against the wall. Still leaning over he grabbed his son under his arms and stood up, putting Alex on his hip. “So how was Preschool today Spiderman?” he asked looking into the bright green eyes of the guy in his arms.
“I learned how to put a new puzzle together! Then, guess what?” he exclaimed.
“What?” Lewis asked, trying to exaggerate a bit.
“I finished learning how to say my ABC’s!” Alex hollered, eyes bulging, he waited for his daddy’s remark.
“Finally, I thought you’d never--” Lewis stopped, with a stern look from his wife; he knew she noticed remark so he began again. “That’s awesome, Alex! Can you show me?”
Pursing his lips, Alex ran through the Alphabet exaggerating on every letter. With a long sigh he had officially completed his run through. With a sense of accomplishment he stuck his sucker back into his mouth and smiled.
“Great job son, you really surprised me how fast you said that! You’ll have to do it again sometime, after we get something into our stomachs!” He said while walking over to their table sitting down Alex. Then he scooted in his own chair relaxing just for a second until grabbing a spoon to dish out his portion of Spaghetti and meatballs.

You might not understand everything but is it good?

I liked it your a really good writr I was writing a story myself called awaiting the chance and i kno its hard to get any 1 to read stories yoy write but i wanted to say well done with yours if u wanna read my storie go to my questions and i have a link to mine sorry i guess its rude to ask you to read mine but just wanted sum 1 other than myself to read it. if any 1 tells u ur storys bad dnt listen because every 1 likes difirent stories if u cant find my question and u want to read my story here www.quizilla.com/stories/9060821/… you dnt have too thou

Do you like this...plz help me?
This is a part of the first chapter of my book...do you like it and am I a good writer. also I haven't edited it yet. so...

After her work was done and the essay sat on her desk along with the laptop, Sophie slid of her bed and stood as she looked around her plain white room. She walked slowly downstairs and into the kitchen to make supper. Boiling noodles, she stood in front of the small pantry and leaned over and grabbed a bottle of spaghetti sauce.
When the noodles, meatballs, and sauce were all mixed together, an engine sound startled her and the next thing she knew her mom and Alex, stepped in the house. Alex’s face brightened up as he sniffed the aroma of steaming spaghetti.
“Oh Boy, Spaghetti!” He said while throwing his bag on the floor. “Soph, my tummy’s hungry is it almost done? Can I help?”
“It’s almost done I just have to set the table.” Sophie replied smiling. “You can help by placing the napkins down after I lay down the plates and cups. Then you can lay down the silverware.”
“Okay! Mommy, I’m helping!” cried the little boy.
“Yes, that’s good Alex, just don’t hurt yourself.” Angie Blake advised.
Alex turned and walked slowly to his sister’s side and tugged on her pants.
“Sophie, where’s the silvware? I forgoted. I just don’t remember ‘cause I only did this kind of stuff once!” He announced while rubbing his nose.
Sophie grabbed the squirmy hand and guided his small body to the bathroom to wash his sticky fingers. Alex crawled onto the stool and stuck out his hand for soap. Sophie squirted out the gooey liquid and helped rub in the suds. Rinsing his hands, Alex cupped them and let the water run through his fingers. Once he finally got the water not to leak, he turned and threw a nice cupful onto Sophie’s shirt.
“Ah! Alex you little, you little silly button! You just can’t go a day without being a nuisance!’Sophie rustled the hunk of brown hair on the little boys head. Alex let out a loud giggle followed by a smirk. Then he dried of his hands.
“That was funny! Your shirt is all wet! Ha, ha, ha!” Alex cried, delighted at his fun. “Let me put some in your hair…” he said while reaching for the soap.
“No, no, no please. I think I’m clean enough.” She said while tickling the squirmy guy. A burst of fresh giggles escaped from the little nipper. He struggled to get away when his “Mommy” came around the corner.
“Guys, can you ever stop? You’re always aggravating each other. Alex, quit provoking and Sophie quit reacting.” Angie declared trying not to burst out laughing at the silliness of her guyren.
The siblings walked slowly back to the kitchen to finish preparing supper. After the table was set, candles lit, and cooking finished, they heard someone at the door fidgeting with the lock. Startled, everyone stood still. Then the door opened and in stepped Sophie’s Dad, Lewis Blake. He was carrying a briefcase in his hand and held a key in the other with a tan coat hanging over his arm.
“Is supper ready? I’m starved!” Lewis announced not even noticing his wife gripping a dish towel.
“Daddy, you’re home!” Alex’s yell was muffled by a sucker hanging out of his small mouth. His lips were green by the sucker and his hands were sticky. He hopped off his chair and ran to hug his Daddy who was hanging up his coat.
“Daddy, did you know…” He stopped to pull the wet, viscous sucker out. He swallowed and continued, puckering his lips. “Did you know that you scared me? I thought you was a robber or maybe Green Goblin!” He used his free hand to point two fingers and his thumb to make a Spiderman web-shooting signal.
“Ah, don’t shoot me! I don’t like spider webs!” he leaned over to place his oversized briefcase next to him against the wall. Still leaning over he grabbed his son under his arms and stood up, putting Alex on his hip. “So how was Preschool today Spiderman?” he asked looking into the bright green eyes of the guy in his arms.
“I learned how to put a new puzzle together! Then, guess what?” he exclaimed.
“What?” Lewis asked, trying to exaggerate a bit.
“I finished learning how to say my ABC’s!” Alex hollered, eyes bulging, he waited for his daddy’s remark.
“Finally, I thought you’d never--” Lewis stopped, with a stern look from his wife; he knew she noticed remark so he began again. “That’s awesome, Alex! Can you show me?”
Pursing his lips, Alex ran through the Alphabet exaggerating on every letter. With a long sigh he had officially completed his run through. With a sense of accomplishment he stuck his sucker back into his mouth and smiled.
“Great job son, you really surprised me how fast you said that! You’ll have to do it again sometime, after we get something into our stomachs!” He said while walking over to their table sitting down Alex. Then he scooted in his own chair relaxing just for a second until grabbing a spoon to dish out his portion of Spaghetti and meatballs.

You might not understand everything but is it good?

Pretty good! Watch spelling and run-on sentences though.