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Friday, 8 May 2009

INFECTED

I am struggling to post anything at the moment with a virus riddled computer.
I's about time I bought another one and that is coming up in the next month

But while I'm here I thought I could throw these in for the lovely Spiky Zora Jones

Ms Jones, I have no doubt that you could turn me into a lesbian---oh, hang on, I already am---I love women








Oh, and I love a good cup cake

6 comments:

Scarlet-Blue said...

Interesting tattoo...
A cup-cake fight; happens all the time.
Sx

Spiky Zora Jones said...

Clyde honey...Yay boobs.
*Licks lips*

The cupcake who the red panties always gets bent over...it's a lezzuh rule, clyde honey. I always forget and wear...red. hehehe. I cheat.

Where are the muffins. For coffee braak I tie blueberry muffins on my secretary and chase around the office.

what do i do when I catch her/

I eat her muffin...silly. Huh, no...I wasn't calling you silly. I really eat her muffin silly. ":0p

Clyde...I think she is cheating lately. I can tell she wants to be caught. Weeeeeeee!

Thank you clyde...you rock. Oh and hey, I'm in Oz later this year, want to go on a coffee break with me. hehehehe. I'll bring the muffin.

ciao honey. :D

Clyde said...

Miss Blue
I want to come and live in your world

Clyde said...

Ah Miss Jones
Of course I would have a coffee break with---oh, hang on, I don't drink coffee
I guess I'll just have to eat your muffin

Spiky Zora Jones said...

clyde honey...I'm missing you something fierce. Come home baby...post again.

Let me tell you how wonderful you are...come home and I'll make you a bath and get you a glass of wine. I'll wash your hair and tell you stories. I'll sing songs to you...and give you kisses by your ears.

Just come home my wonderful clyde. I miss you to the point where tears have welled up in my eyes and fallen down my face...

Waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise.

come home. :0(

ciao baby.

Clyde said...

Ah Miss Jones

I do miss you but now that I've posted, you may not be so anxious to hear from me.
But I will always read the stories of your life