Brianna Ice Cream
 

Ooooh, there's a thought - peel, lick, nibble...nom nom nom.

(Apologies to Brianna's dignity)

I think her dignity was a casualty of the chemo, so I hope you're happy you brought that up Zen. Nice one.

: looks ashamed :

I dunno...I'd like to lick her until she melted and ran down my chin.

Ah, you boys are very nice. Foot is quite right, though. I've lost all my dignity and along with it all my sex appeal. I have now entered the Era of the CRONE.

I am now officially a crone. Not a cougar, not a MILF, a crone!

I am, as you may well suspect, feeling sorry for my little self right about now. I am wallowing a bit. I am feeling that if religion is the opium of the masses then vodka is the vodka of the masses and I would like some right about now. Then I think, no---you are not allowed the blessed oblivion available to so many so freely. Non! You must face this terror with both eyes open..! ----and, it pretty much goes on from there until I'm singing tunes from Les Miz.



sigh.

Sobriety is very appealing. You make better choices, save money, say stupid shit and don't have near as many regrets

You say this like crones are undesireable. Not so.

An ice cream crone?

Bwaaahaaaaaa :lol2:

Yea, a Brianna ice cream crone. They say stick a mini-marshmallow in the bottom so it won't get messy, but I'd rather nibble the bottom and suck the juice out. :eaty:

Umm, don't put words in my mouth. I didn't say all, and I certainly didn't impugn your sex appeal, and, according to no less an authority than wikipedia: The Crone archetype embodies wisdom, maturity, and spiritual transformation.

So while chemo may have brought on early menopause, we're going to need to see a consistent display of wisdom, maturity, *cough*poopyhead*cough*, and spiritual transforamtion, and topless pictures of you and Juniper making out, before we'll let you call yourself a crone.

You tell her. Bri is about as far from cronedom as she could possibly be!

Some of you have really, really messy sex lives. Although mini marshmallows are inherently cute, even stuffed into a bellybutton. And it's fun seeing how long you could keep a mini marshmallow balanced on your clit...

Now if you want to do something really silly with all that, use extra-virgin olive oil...

[shudder] I discovered a stray marshmallow the morning after food games with my partner. It wasn't very nice by then. [/shudder]

Recently? Oh, lord, I hope so.

If not, accept my lascivious apologies. If you ever make it to The States, I promise to do a thorough search for anything edible the morning after. :eek:

Always tidy up after you're done playing.

Even if that means staying up while you launder the sheets, the pillowcases, and the mattress pad.

and chloroxing and turning the mattress, and re-seating the bedposts, and fixing the new gouges in the hardwood floor....

and cutting another notch in the headboard. ;)