04-19-2013 06:22 AM
So who wants to write it? Any takers?
04-19-2013 07:28 AM - edited 04-19-2013 07:47 AM
Miniature articulators embedded in his shorts
She controls new touch technology from her bed
As he rides the train his giggle turns into a row of snorts
Long distance driving as her legs slowly spread
She twiddles with the joystick as he lets out a groan
She diddles his danglies, little evil bitch
I love you darling, he whispers over his phone
As his knees buckle and his face begins to twitch
04-19-2013 07:46 AM - edited 04-19-2013 07:49 AM
Only three more tube stops
10 more minutes till the bomb drops
And I take off my...
I don't care how I get this way
A facilitator, an articulator, be you straight or gay
Let him or her push your buttons, yank your chain from anywear
I love my wunderful I'm done-derful funderful wonderful Funderwear!
04-19-2013 01:11 PM
Wow, bummer. And here I am considering actually considering writing this!
04-19-2013 04:27 PM
Wow - you sure got going on this one! I'm already experiencing intrusive visual image syndrome.
Keep it coming. (hmmm...poor choice of words).
04-19-2013 04:45 PM
04-19-2013 05:00 PM
Lee Knight wrote:
It was coffee and 20 minutes of being stimulated. :-)
Too much information......
04-19-2013 05:22 PM
Just the coffee, my friend!
04-19-2013 05:29 PM - edited 04-19-2013 05:30 PM
You can never be sure about a crazy nun with a rock & roll lifestyle. (There you go - subject matter for another song).
04-19-2013 06:45 PM
Hey... I've got an imagination, and a past, just like anyone else! Man, I want some of them trousers!