(author – becoming bitter)
As Julie walked home a car was driving by. Suddenly, the driver slowed down and put the car into reverse. He came to smooth stop next to her.
“Want a ride love?”
It was Bud, one of the ten lords of erotic poetry at her university.
“No thanks.”
He wasn’t that awful compared to . . .
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(author – becoming bitter)
Sprinting down the hall, Julie arrived at the door to the girl’s locker room. Turning the cold metal knob, she opened the door and stepped inside. The stench of perfumed corpses hung in the air. Shit! She’d been too late. The nine ladies, bitches, from the track team were already here. Now she would have to walk home in her sweaty, stinky, and disheveled state or wait two hours before getting a shower. Only two standing showers were built inside.
She contemplated taking a quick shower in the men’s locker room but . . .
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(author allesklar)
There’s a problem with tomorrow Sir.
No the milkmaid’s strike has been called off, but there’s another problem… Remember we had a contract with that farmer for supply of 8 milking cows. Well he’s come in with seven cows and a bull sir.
At first we couldn’t get any of the girls to milk the bull, Sir. Yes that’s OK now, Sir, because it turned out that the bull rather likes to be milked.. Yessir, I mean no, there’s a different problem, Sir – the Legal Department says that . . .
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It became a ritual in our house – an annual visit to Poundland around Xmas time to buy enough ‘goodies’ to fill a couple of shoeboxes – ensuring that 2 underprivileged kids, at least, had a xmas to remember.
This year, a friend did the shopping for my shoeboxes. Tonight, though, I found a website where you can do the same thing online
Check it out here – http://tinyurl.com/cuj8agh
(author – becoming bitter)
A group of four ambled into the dark theater.
“Fuck! See I told you we should have come earlier. The only available seats are in the back.”
“I don’t want to see the Seven Slutty Swans performing, Nobbly!” Julie cried.
“Speak for yourself Jules” Duncan spoke as he winked at her.
“What’s wrong with Bitter?” Nobbly grumbled as he noticed her sour disposition.
“She gave Ratty a . . .
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She wore a ruby comb in her hair. From her ears depended diamonds. Encircling her neck were chains of pearls. And on the fingers of her left hand – five gold rings
Gazing upon this wealth, it was easy to overlook the crooked, yellow teeth and the left eye that seemed to move independently of the right – he felt himself falling in love
He watched as she . . .
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(author – NobblySan)
Ing birds en croute
Ingredients
A large bag of freshly caught Ing birds, plucked and cleaned (preferably dead)
A damn great wodge of croute
1 bottle of Pinot Noir or Pete’s Wicked Ale
Method
Shake the bag of Ing birds, and listen careful for any chirping. If chirping is heard, then swing the bag viciously against a nearby wall or passing double glazing salesman
Place the wodge of croute into a . . .
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(author – Becoming Bitter)
First, an introduction to the players in this Christmas tale -
Bitter – Her name and personality are the same. Perverted people and smutty things disgust her.
Duncan – Can be funny, (slightly) perverted, or both when he wants to be.
Julie – Very caring and kind. She’s disgusted by the same things that disgust Bitter.
Nobbly – Grumpy all the time. Hates holidays, people, and well nearly everything but beautiful women.
Ratty – Horny all the time. Likes to write and read smut and is extremely perverted.
Allesklar – Likes to provoke and mess around with people, but rarely does anyone return the favor.
Bud – Likes to smoke weed and write poetry.
Relationships for Day 4 and 7: Julie, Duncan, Bitter, and Nobbly are friends.
And now for our tale . . .
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Day 3 (author Duncanr)
She felt their eyes boring into her as she walked across the yard. Skirting a puddle, she pretended a nonchalance she didn’t feel
“Cochons”, she muttered under her breath
“Tarte!”said one watcher to l’autre
“Floosie!” dit her ami
“Avez vous seen the way she’s been throwing herself at that new guy?
Shameless!”
“Well what . . .
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