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Revelations: Chapter 1

by Emsbabee @ 2007-07-05 - 19:58:01

My mum, thanks to a mind-cleansing cocktail of anti-depressants, pain-killers and Nescafe, has recently become Wales’ answer to the Dalai Lama.

Here’s her latest observation, after an afternoon siesta in the annexe next to the house, which has very thick curtains and blocks out pretty much all outside noise (even pneumatic drilling. Trust me, it’s been tried and tested).

‘It was so quiet in there. I slept so well, it was like being dead. I’m not afraid of death anymore. It’s going to be just like the annexe.’

Tomorrow’s teaching - why raising a child is very much like knitting a scarf.

Madam Mammary

by Emsbabee @ 2007-07-05 - 11:54:56

My sister gave me her copy of ‘Jordan, a whole new world this morning’. It’s a cracking read. I thought I’d share an ‘extract’ with the good people of blogland, and so here, for your ‘pleasurement’, is the moment where Peter and Katie first make sweet monkey love.

“I gasped in wonderousment as Pete peeled off his DKNY boxers, to reveal the infamous ‘acorn willy’ he’d been teased about in the jungle. It may have been as brown as a nut (like the rest of his beautifulled body), but it was no way as small! I’d say it was at least the size of a Lion bar! It throbbed like heavy machinery, which I knew I was definitely prepared to operate!!

Overtaken by pleasuresness, I knew we couldn’t wait any longer. There wasn’t time to have my teeth whitened, change my wig, or even adjust my buttock implants. When you’re in love, these things don’t matter. Pete hadn’t even bothered to put his hair net on.

I leant forward, and buried Pete’s manly features in my bazookas, feeling him squirm with delight like a dwarf in a gold mine. I couldn’t see his face, but his sweaty hands and twitching feet told me how much he was enjoying it.

After a few minutes, he went still, and I knew it was time to ride him like a show pony. But as I sat up and gazed down at my man, a sudden icy fear gripped my plastic chest. Pete wasn’t breathing!”

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