This is a quick post to say thank you to The Caped Tirader for the lovely award that he gave me. Sir, you make me blush to my bones. But that won't stop me from informing you that you are sick. Sick as a sick and twisted thing for enjoying my blog so much. Just like the rest of you. Yeah, you heard me. Does your mother know you are here? Off you go now to check the splendiforous Tirader.
What's that you say? You want me to pretend to be mother? You disgust me. Now go to your room and put my panties on your head, before I smack your face with this here wooden spoon.
My mother used to hit me with the wooden spoon...
ReplyDeleteWould you prefer I use something else...?
ReplyDeleteAwww, how sweet! I never thought I would say that here, for some reason. You deserve praising to the skies, lovely Maisie.
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Use your imagination...
ReplyDelete@Teacup: Bask in my multi-facetedness... or something. And thanks, I could say the same for you.
ReplyDelete@mysterg: As for you, young man... So, am I to assume that you are indeed a subbie boy? Who needs spoons. You'd be surprised what you can do with your bare hands, or perhaps you wouldn't...
YES!! Thanx for the shout back :) I am proud that I'm able to make you blush, lol. Maisie, you are one fantastically interesting woman
ReplyDeleteI think this caped tirader is on to something....lol
ReplyDeleteI am sick? I knew it! At least now I have an excuse to visit my sexy and cute (unfortunately married, but hey, a girl can still dream) doctor. Sigh ... life is good again :)
ReplyDelete@King: Thank you, good sir.
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