I love Johnathan Hibbs.
Me: hello beautiful man
John: hello gorgeous woman
how art thou?
why, i'm quite well now that ye asketh. haha. how about you fair maiden
I haveth been troubled this fair evening, at the prospect of going to bed. This sleep, it eludes me. Tis tragic.
O! What tragedy is such elusion of sleep. Call yonder for it only to meet deaf ears of the man of sand.
I wanteth thine children.
i giveth thee mine sperm
at the present hour?
yes.
fair enough, my sweet lover. How shalt we proceed?
excitingly and willingly i do suppose
and naked. of due course
hastily and naughitly.
I doth doubt, my love, that you would be comfortable, due to your current condition, with physically putting thine sperm into mine womb.
hahaha you would have to don the flesh of a fellow and i consider the not a murderous cur, so thusly, our predicament continues. Perhaps a turkey baster would suffice?
thee*
alas, I suppose it must, for I shant be able to survive if I could not bear thy offspring. Baste away my forbidden love, so that I might grow fat and lazy with the burden of thy child in my swollen belly.
sounds horribly petrifying. and horrifying. thine words hast left me....speechless. if a burden were it to bare, let it be quick and as painless as it may. feeble apologies do not suffice because words cannot erase the vagina rippage.
oh fuck that.
sorry, oh, fucketh that.
lmfao!!!
It shall not be horrifying, but rather beautiful. The creation of thy children with me, to grow, to bear, to birth and shower adoration upon thine heir or heiress.
upon green hills we may glean laughter and happiness from their bright oval eyes. In that we may design our happiness brimming with success like the goblet we may drink from in love
That soundeth too much like a pact of self-death, a great sin that stains our immortal souls with thine own blood.
self-death?
suicide
the drinking from the goblet makes me think of the cults who put poison in kool aid and drink it together.
ohhhhhh
hahahha
that blows
Thou speaketh the truth.
i miss you so bad
ditto
hun i think i'm gonna try and sleep
understandable. I love you. and I love this conversation.
hahaha i love us and everything about us including this conversation
We need to see each other soon.
agreed!!!!
but i will talk to you tomorrow. kk? i love you sooooo much
John: hello gorgeous woman
how art thou?
why, i'm quite well now that ye asketh. haha. how about you fair maiden
I haveth been troubled this fair evening, at the prospect of going to bed. This sleep, it eludes me. Tis tragic.
O! What tragedy is such elusion of sleep. Call yonder for it only to meet deaf ears of the man of sand.
I wanteth thine children.
i giveth thee mine sperm
at the present hour?
yes.
fair enough, my sweet lover. How shalt we proceed?
excitingly and willingly i do suppose
and naked. of due course
hastily and naughitly.
I doth doubt, my love, that you would be comfortable, due to your current condition, with physically putting thine sperm into mine womb.
hahaha you would have to don the flesh of a fellow and i consider the not a murderous cur, so thusly, our predicament continues. Perhaps a turkey baster would suffice?
thee*
alas, I suppose it must, for I shant be able to survive if I could not bear thy offspring. Baste away my forbidden love, so that I might grow fat and lazy with the burden of thy child in my swollen belly.
sounds horribly petrifying. and horrifying. thine words hast left me....speechless. if a burden were it to bare, let it be quick and as painless as it may. feeble apologies do not suffice because words cannot erase the vagina rippage.
oh fuck that.
sorry, oh, fucketh that.
lmfao!!!
It shall not be horrifying, but rather beautiful. The creation of thy children with me, to grow, to bear, to birth and shower adoration upon thine heir or heiress.
upon green hills we may glean laughter and happiness from their bright oval eyes. In that we may design our happiness brimming with success like the goblet we may drink from in love
That soundeth too much like a pact of self-death, a great sin that stains our immortal souls with thine own blood.
self-death?
suicide
the drinking from the goblet makes me think of the cults who put poison in kool aid and drink it together.
ohhhhhh
hahahha
that blows
Thou speaketh the truth.
i miss you so bad
ditto
hun i think i'm gonna try and sleep
understandable. I love you. and I love this conversation.
hahaha i love us and everything about us including this conversation
We need to see each other soon.
agreed!!!!
but i will talk to you tomorrow. kk? i love you sooooo much