Jolly, shut up and run while you can!!!Man can't get a break.
I'm never convinced that Siss is much real help, no offense meant, Siss. I mean she doesn't actually rescue Barb.Perhaps I'm not thinking about this correctly.
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The Crash Of 2013 Finally Goes To Court...
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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Perhaps... Goodnight all
Go big or go home.
A good friend of mine and the first boss that dared to promote me used that line...Go big or go home.
It is good advice...
Sleep well...
Tree
Both, of course.
RacingRodent
Consul
Too enthusiastic?
Messa?
If she wasn't enthusiastic Cruxforums wouldn't be Cruxforums!
Friday before Ms. Moore’s crucifixion…
To begin my day I have to submit to a ‘medical’ exam. It is ‘performed’ by a woman named Ulrika who I doubt is qualified to be a receptionist in a doctor’s office much less a doctor or even a nurse’s aide. Part of the exam I have to stand with my arms out shoulder high while she listens to my heart while she stimulates my clitoris.
I have to admit she knew how to do that quite well! It wasn’t long after I came I rip her clothes off and we enjoy a romp on the bed.
OK, it was a bogus exam but a damn good time anyway.
I go back to my guest suite at the Tree house and shower. From my window I can see my Golgotha, the Hill of 100 Crosses™, that like the rebel leader a half decade ago, I will be crucified for sins I did not do.
Can I really survive two days crucified? I wasn’t going to bother with getting dressed but there is a cute knit dress laid out on the bed and I put it on. I go out on the deck and pour a glass of wine and light a Madame Wu. Tree is sitting at his table and looks like he has quite a jump on me drinking. I ask him “Are you going to be able to hit the damn spikes if you are hung over tomorrow?”
“You ought to worry more if I try to hit the spikes when I am sober” Tree says “and you ought to watch how much you drink.”
“I’m old enough to know what I can handle, thank you very much” I snap at him. “Messaline has been lobbying for me to have a cornu. Would it help me and do I have any choice on the matter anyway?”
“Yes on both points but you have a choice but you have to choose before you leave for the hill” Tree says.
“This is so fucked up. I have never been crucified and I supposed to decide if I want something shove up my ass or vagina” I scream.
“It is not at all like that Barb. It’s the Nailus Martyr’s ‘Double jeopardy’” Tree tells me.
“Things look different pictures, Tree. Yes I have seen the Nailus Martyr’s catalog and Messa even says she has ridden it but it is not fair to ask me if I ‘want’ it without seeing the real thing!”
“The catalog is in the great room as is the ‘Double Jeopardy’ you have to decide on” Tree says.
Really? Fuck it, I walk through opened French doors to the great room. There is a Nailus Martyr’s catalog on the glass coffee table and a genuine ‘Double Jeopardy’ next to it on the table. It didn’t look all that inviting in the catalog and there is no fucking way that thing is going inside me!
“Do what you want, Barb” Tree says. “I am going to bed.”
“It’s only 7:15 Tree Daylight Time” I say.
“Then join me” he says.
You really don’t think I would, do you???
-Barb Moore
Tree isn’t talking…
Tree
To begin my day I have to submit to a ‘medical’ exam. It is ‘performed’ by a woman named Ulrika who I doubt is qualified to be a receptionist in a doctor’s office much less a doctor or even a nurse’s aide. Part of the exam I have to stand with my arms out shoulder high while she listens to my heart while she stimulates my clitoris.
I have to admit she knew how to do that quite well! It wasn’t long after I came I rip her clothes off and we enjoy a romp on the bed.
OK, it was a bogus exam but a damn good time anyway.
I go back to my guest suite at the Tree house and shower. From my window I can see my Golgotha, the Hill of 100 Crosses™, that like the rebel leader a half decade ago, I will be crucified for sins I did not do.
Can I really survive two days crucified? I wasn’t going to bother with getting dressed but there is a cute knit dress laid out on the bed and I put it on. I go out on the deck and pour a glass of wine and light a Madame Wu. Tree is sitting at his table and looks like he has quite a jump on me drinking. I ask him “Are you going to be able to hit the damn spikes if you are hung over tomorrow?”
“You ought to worry more if I try to hit the spikes when I am sober” Tree says “and you ought to watch how much you drink.”
“I’m old enough to know what I can handle, thank you very much” I snap at him. “Messaline has been lobbying for me to have a cornu. Would it help me and do I have any choice on the matter anyway?”
“Yes on both points but you have a choice but you have to choose before you leave for the hill” Tree says.
“This is so fucked up. I have never been crucified and I supposed to decide if I want something shove up my ass or vagina” I scream.
“It is not at all like that Barb. It’s the Nailus Martyr’s ‘Double jeopardy’” Tree tells me.
“Things look different pictures, Tree. Yes I have seen the Nailus Martyr’s catalog and Messa even says she has ridden it but it is not fair to ask me if I ‘want’ it without seeing the real thing!”
“The catalog is in the great room as is the ‘Double Jeopardy’ you have to decide on” Tree says.
Really? Fuck it, I walk through opened French doors to the great room. There is a Nailus Martyr’s catalog on the glass coffee table and a genuine ‘Double Jeopardy’ next to it on the table. It didn’t look all that inviting in the catalog and there is no fucking way that thing is going inside me!
“Do what you want, Barb” Tree says. “I am going to bed.”
“It’s only 7:15 Tree Daylight Time” I say.
“Then join me” he says.
You really don’t think I would, do you???
-Barb Moore
Tree isn’t talking…
Tree
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This is weird. My arms are getting tired and I don't like the poster on the wall ... 
Censored! 
Hate those shoes ... oh, and close the window ... the Hill of 100 has a strange odor when the wind is blowing this way ... 
I've heard that they are out of stock and on back order ... 
Is that thing on the coffee table what I think it is, or have I been drinking too much of Tree's Seagram's? 
“Do what you want, Barb” Tree says. “I am going to bed.”
“It’s only 7:15 Tree Daylight Time” I say.
“Then join me” he says.
You really don’t think I would, do you???
-Barb Moore
Tree isn’t talking…
delusional
She was drinking wine last time I looked. If Barb hit the Seagram's I take no responsibility...There is some Seagrams involved.
Are you telling me they don’t mix??????? Where does it say that on the bottle?
Is it in the fine print?
Fuck between the California Prop 63 label that Seagram's and it's bottle is known to 'cause cancer in the state of California' and the label that says you could possibly become pregnant drinking....View attachment 537492 Are you telling me they don’t mix???????
Where does it say that on the bottle?
Is it in the fine print?
There is more reading material on the damn bottle than the magazine next to the toilet...
It would not interest you... Car Craft.
It is the red-headed bastard step-child of Hot Rod magazine which would bore you even more as it has a larger page count...
It is the red-headed bastard step-child of Hot Rod magazine which would bore you even more as it has a larger page count...
RacingRodent
Consul
Nonsense Barb loves to know the technical details and manufacturing history of you car that she has
I know more about “hot rods” than you think, Tree! The mechanics 0f it are relatively straight and forward.