... we can do like the Renaissance.. we wait for rose to come and then i tell rose to go tell his friend to tell him that she knows a secret from a friend about a friend and it deals with him that a freind of a friend fancy him but won't tell him so friend, friend found out and told her to tell his friend to tell him but dont' tell you because you'll kill me and....friend of friend his friend.. my friend.. the whole damn faire's friend.. *breath*
or..
you can just walk up to him full force and say, 'dude, kind sir, my mystical hobby horse, my young master (they like that one)... how's about we do a hop-dee-hop to my tent and do the nasty'
from my record and poll- most ren faire men likes their woman aggressive.. ropes and whips are cookie points. *ahem* yeah.
First, not everyone favors The Kinky like you, my dearest Mayhem.
Two, yes, Cousin Hellfire has already been informed of this cardio-catastrophic situation. EVERYBODY has been informed of *this* cardio-catastrophic situation, except for the man, himself. [I even think his bestfriend - the one that helped me adjust my hat - knows about it or has an inkling idea. Maybe I'm just paranoid?]
Lastly, *that* was the problem. If it's just as easy as...
Kind sir, Please have intercourse with me. Oh, please, have intercourse with me.
Our love shall never falter When you do me sexual favors Oh, please please please please please please.
As you wish, love! A bit incoherent and probably will not make much sense but I'm still crackling like I'm experiencing an advance stage of Ergot Poisoning. XD
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*herppp*
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*bua*
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*ah ah*
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*erk*
... we can do like the Renaissance.. we wait for rose to come and then i tell rose to go tell his friend to tell him that she knows a secret from a friend about a friend and it deals with him that a freind of a friend fancy him but won't tell him so friend, friend found out and told her to tell his friend to tell him but dont' tell you because you'll kill me and....friend of friend his friend.. my friend.. the whole damn faire's friend.. *breath*
or..
you can just walk up to him full force and say, 'dude, kind sir, my mystical hobby horse, my young master (they like that one)... how's about we do a hop-dee-hop to my tent and do the nasty'
from my record and poll- most ren faire men likes their woman aggressive.. ropes and whips are cookie points. *ahem* yeah.
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Two, yes, Cousin Hellfire has already been informed of this cardio-catastrophic situation. EVERYBODY has been informed of *this* cardio-catastrophic situation, except for the man, himself. [I even think his bestfriend - the one that helped me adjust my hat - knows about it or has an inkling idea. Maybe I'm just paranoid?]
Lastly, *that* was the problem. If it's just as easy as...
Kind sir,
Please have intercourse with me.
Oh, please, have intercourse with me.
Our love shall never falter
When you do me sexual favors
Oh, please please please please please please.
...then, I would have shagged him a year ago!
Your sister,
Havoc, of the Shire.
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i took a poll!! it wasn't me!! *flairs nostrils in pervy manner*
Maybe I'm just paranoid?
no, dear sister of havoc.. like i said earlier.. the whole dam faire knows of it..except for the poor dude. has no clue what's been stalking him
I would have shagged him a year ago!
well, last year we were singing bedlam boys are bonny.. this year, with this 'intercourse' song, you shall go forth and multiply. (literally) kikiki
now go out there and grab him by the.. tail. or what not..
everyone's waiting.
ur ever so dearest,
mayhem
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As you wish, love! A bit incoherent and probably will not make much sense but I'm still crackling like I'm experiencing an advance stage of Ergot Poisoning. XD
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