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Ah, what shit!! I am gone for an afternoon to come back and see that Clint has everyone on the board thinking I am out flirting with every Tom, Dick, and Harry!!
Damn it mother****er, get it straight, I only want GO BO. The thought of rubbing baby oil all over his body just gives me chills and makes me rather wet. ROFL Love Ya, Go Bo Baby my favorite Lawyer in the whole world!! (GoBo, do you think you can start practicing again, I am going to need a good lawyer after Clint reads this in the morning since he is at home for the night now!!) |
Please don't tell us about Tom's hairy dick.
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If on-line "flirting" is defined as playful banter not INTENDED to lead to anything in real life, then you are being overly sensitive about it, IMHO.
On the other hand, if there is the slightest possibility of a willingness to exchange phone numbers, or to "meet" for almost any reason in real life, in anything but a highly public environment, then it crosses the line in my mind. JMHO. |
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Why not, I can tell you in such graphic details!?! |
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I've met some of my best bitches on Chief's weekends.
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my oops post was a lot funnier before the edit
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If you have a healty, committed relationship and clear personal boundries, basic flirting is ok both on and offline.
My wife has several times said that she caught me flirting (it wasn't even dliberate on my part), and she thought it was "cute". I would never cheat on my wife, and I wouldn't ever even consider doing anything like Online-"sex". However simple flirting isn't a problem. I recognize that this isn't true for lots of people, but I think as I said that this has more to do with their lack of clear boundries and a strong commitment to this existing relationship. Hell, there's plenty of that going on here on the net with the few female posters we have here. I thin Phil (under the watchful eye of Pink) was the biggest flirt on the net. That says a lot about their relationship, IMO. |
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Damn. I feel used. :harumph: |
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"too?" :spock: I didn't think Tom was your type. |
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Hey Sexy.... How you doin'? ;) |
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She....USED me. Cool! |
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However, it was to good to not do again!! |
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I can understand your confusion, however. |
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Yeah, it'll be a fun night in the in Witchita house tonight.
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*eyebrow waggle*
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My life on ChiefsPlanet is now complete. Of course, that's probably how many Chief's fans felt after our lone Superbowl victory. The "desire" will probably return in about 5-10 minutes.....heh. |
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Any of you male jerkwaters send brideowanian neked pics or make an effort to shag her, and her husband will harpoon you in the baows with a rusty, shit covered potato fork.
I asked the other half about this issue, and her answer was very, very close to mine. She doesn't care as long as I'm not doing or posting in secret, somethign that would make her uncomfortable if she were there, and as long as I wouldn't care if she read it. Thats about right. |
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This thread is an MTV Reality Show.
One of you is gay. Another one is probably black. |
She raised her moist lips to Donger's.
Her braid had come undone and her golden hair fell over her shoulders in tangled curls. Her full breasts rose with each rapid breath, straining against the cloth of her shift, breasts that felt round and firm against his strong chest. He swelled with longing to explore them again, to taste them, to lose himself inside her. His breath was hot as he breathed the question he had waited so long to ask, "How often do you wash your legs?" FAX |
goddammit Delt,quit flirtin with me.....
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She appeared even more beautiful than when she'd graced his bed that morning, Iowanian thought.
He wanted nothing more than to hold her again, to kiss away the distress he'd caused her, to never allow anything or anyone to hurt her again. He would make amends to her, he vowed it. He would devote his life to making it up to her. "I will never harpoon you in the baows with a rusty, shit covered potato fork again, my dear," he said. FAX |
Jesus Endelt. You don't know what Kotter's been dipping into that peanut butter, but I'd bet you could probably guess why...
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Haha! Lame!
I beat you to the dick in the foodstuffs joke by a full minute. |
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Almost involuntarily she tightened her arms around him and arched her back. To her surprise, he moved over her, still kissing her neck, her ear, her cheek. As he settled over her, it seemed natural for her to part her legs.
As he pressed against her, her ache grew stronger, more exquisite. She arched her back again and pulled up her shift so that there were fewer layers of cloth separating them. He pressed against her and released, pressed and released, in a rhythm that built something glorious inside her, something that seemed almost within her reach. "Taco," she breathed. "Is that a pencil or a pen?" FAX |
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Not if you're Kotter's dog! :) |
Or a woman.
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You must be confusing me with the "star" you met in Larimer Square this weekend--the fluffer who caught you with the "I'm in Brokeback Mountain" line. :p |
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You represented that you were once. I had my doubts but figured why would anyone lie about that. So you're not? |
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Know you know how Gun felt back in 2000. |
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I was probably intoxicated. For some reason that I can't explain, I become significantly less white when I'm tipsy. Then again, I also once claimed here that I was a female, but that was in order to prove a theory. |
What is everyone wearing?
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oops i mean jeans ..t shirt |
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ENDelt nearly covered her with his body, warming her in a manner she'd never before experienced. One of his hands cupped her breast and she could feel his warm moist breath against the sensitive skin of her neck. She shuddered with anticipation as she felt the male part of him, hard underneath his official Chiefs game pants, pressing firm against her thigh.
As he caressed her gently, softly, he whispered, "Can you go make me a peanut butter sandwich?" FAX |
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Maybe a shot? |
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The last time I drank liquor I drew all over the inner thigh area of a man passed out on a toilet.
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