Man, I almost forgot it was Friday, my sense of timing is all out of whack, because I don’t have to go into work today. Ok, technically, it’s just a few minutes until Friday for me. I just got home from shopping about an hour ago. It was insane. I spent soooo much money. I have bags and bags and crap and I am not done yet. There will be 18 people at Christmas Eve dinner, aka: Stocking Madness. Which means 18 stockings to help stuff. [I think every event n my family should have the word “Madness” in it.]
Right now, I have to be honest, I’m thinking the theme should be blisters, because I have them on my feets, but since it’s the Friday before xmas, I’ll go with something a bit more holidayish. How about Holiday Headaches?
Candy Cane Headache
“Again! Again!” she cried, in perfect time with the aching throb in his head. “I want to play it again!”
He popped two excedrin in his mouth.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. We have to wrap this back up now. Santa was only loaning us Candyland.”
His wife was not amused.
“There is never enough booze in this house!” My sister shouted at 10am on Christmas eve morning as she rumaged through the cabinets and fridge.
My mother raised an eyebrow at her and my father shot her THE look. My husband frantically searched his shirt pocket for his migraine medication.
The girl whimpered as I fucked her hard and fast. The mall “elves” are always easy targets: They need money bad! As I pounded her relentlessly, she continuously smacked the top of her skull against the rear window of my car. “That’ll be a nasty headache.” I thought to myself.
Rap-a-tap-tap, was the sound heard on the car’s side window. Officer Jones did not look amused. This was his third shift straight on his moonlight job as Mall security. An APB was sent out for a missing 17-year old elf an hour ago. His headache grew with the paperwork prospects.
what do you think? can the animals can take it. can we host borders and the wind around surrounds. I hate the currents, and wish the were my arms
the lake it is said never gives ups it dead,