BethFromVA

SEE? I only bitch-slap and run (learned it from plain). But SHE BITES.

Well, I only said that cuz you asked if it could hurt your marriage. If you give it to yourself, Aquaman costume or your Little Bo Peep (preferred) costume, no problem. Now... if you are giving it to that cute cable guy again, yeah, could cause problems with the li'l woman.

SCORE! Only took 55 pages and 820 posts...

Wasa skeers me. Makes me look all soft'n fluffy. I should post more where she does so people will notice my niceness more. I'm really not a bitch. No, really. SHUDDUP, I AM NOT. F*ckers.

That subtle, eh? I need to get laid more often. No reason. Just thought I'd put that in there. Depends on who you're administering the enema to... :biggrin:

If you did, you might find a sammich in your folds. YUM!

RINK RINK RINK?? Are your inner voices off key again?

AGAIN? Babe, I have learned how to keep it in perpetual motion. WHAT??? Don't EVEN kid around like that!

Okay, why am I hearing the EEEEE EEEE EEEEE EEEEE EEEEE sound from Psycho the second KC showed up??

Those voices keep telling you that, don't they? Poor dear...

Wait... they don't... they don't LIKE me? What are you saying?? Seriously??? I'm stuck with YOU losers? Now I'm REALLY depressed. Where's the pureed possum a la mode with caramel sauce and chocolate sprinkles? *sob*

Yeah, I DO know. I'm really glad that you are staying with your therapist. I was going to do the same and just recently hooked up with one after many months out. I just thought the added support would be good as I battle a lot of hurdles and have people around me who aren't as supportive as they could be. Total foodies. And texture, yeah, true. I had two weeks liquids prior, two weeks liquids after, then two weeks mushies before I could actually chew anything. To be honest, I suffered NO real hunger after surgery. It may have been about a week before I felt a bit. So you might be lucky. Good luck! I take it your surgery is coming up soon. I just kept it in the back of my mind that this (liquids, mushies, discomfort) was temporary, but my new lifestyle was going to be forever. I wanted it bad enough that my personal promise to myself was that I was NOT going to complain about any of it. And if you ask my husband, he can attest to that. It seemed to help me handle it all.

Okay, I'm really starting to have issues with my band. It's round with a hole, so it always makes me think of donuts... I have a donut inside me that I can't eat. I don't think I can handle it. I'm eyeballing my nail clippers...

Well... okay, here's a thought. Stay with me here. If you puree him right soon after he ate the frosting, aren't you ALSO eating frosting too?

Sure, no problem. I'm turning over a new leaf cuz Monkey seems to think I'm slinging poo a bit too much.

Banned? ME?? :biggrin: Warm and fuzzy is my way. That SLUT!!! And her too!

That's what I get for playing Susie Homemaker and sewing all day.

Uh...

So I'm missing more drama and angst? I should offer my help. People love it so.

Well then, we must punish him. Severely!

HOLY SHIT, those were REAL?? I just remember sipping my coffee and then feeling a bit... dizzy... and hazy. YOU SLIPPED ME A RUFIE, didn't you?? YOU BEOTCH!!!

Holy cow, me either!! I dodged the camera constantly -- CLOTHED! You mean somebody PURPOSELY took nekked pics of themselves?? What scares the crap outta me is they'll end up in somebody's LBT album. I already see WAAAAY too many post-op belly shots. Makes the coffee go down slooowly first thing in the morning.

Okay, so is HH being nice to Donna, the one who keeps changing her board name? Because he has STRICT ORDERS that he can't be nice to anybody else but Monkey and myself. I told him so when I had my stiletto heel in his back while wearing my dominatrix outfit. Yes, the latex one. Still too big to find it worthwhile to kill a whole cow just for me and my leather fetish. But one day. One day, Bessie will be cupping my ta-tas.

Omg, one should NEVER be nekkid while hyped up on coffee! Don't ask how I know. I was made to pinkie swear that I would never tell that story. Ever. Again.

The voices in your head, darling. Do what they say.