Do you like people trying to add you to MSN without knowing who they are? I am fed up of the amount of people doing this, am I being silly? If someone says can I add you then fine but otherwise NO,
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um... I'm ok. Dunno about everyone else though. Did you know, Hudds, that some of these people have sex with eachother and do really rude things with whips and stuff?
Hi HuddsGirl
And some of us provide photos of it
Thank you Thank you Thank you
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Really - where
HuddsGirl
Sweetheart
Maybe you could come & fix mine first?
Not sure how long I've been waiting now, lol.
HuddsGirl
Maybe you could come & fix mine first?
Not sure how long I've been waiting now, lol.
HuddsGirl
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Sod buying one from these over-priced bull shit retailers for a lark.
Let me build one for ya..... hell of a lot cheaper including postage and packing, just let me know what specifcations you want on it.
Genuine offer !!!!!!
Joe
You know what I think sweetheart, maybe others on here would like to know too? Or maybe they could find out for themselves? (Don't worry girls, it's all good I promise!)
HuddsGirl
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Quote by joe08
Hello All
I would love to get into the Swinging scene so I have found myself wondering:
14 years ago I fell down some stairs and broke my back. As a result of that it has left me confined to a wheelchair. All the important bits work fine though, the only thing I cannot do is swing from the chandelier or dive off the top of a wardrobe.
Therefore the question I would like to ask is:
Because of my disability would it put off all you couples and single ladies from including me in the sexual get-together’s, liaisons, and clubs?
I would sincerely appreciate frank and honest answers please.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and I look forward to your replies.
Joe
This is why we forward jokes:
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the
scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He
remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for
years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was
broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing
before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother
of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a
man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out,
Excuse me, where are we?"
This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the
traveller asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long
walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which
led through a farm gate that looked as if it had
never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he
saw a
man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveller gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and
sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside
it.
The traveller filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he
gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back
toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call this
place?" the traveller asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveller said. "The man down the road
said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave
their best friends behind."
Soooo...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without
writing a word, maybe this could explain:
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you
do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you
forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know
how,
you
forward jokes.
And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still
important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you
get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just
another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your
friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
...........................................and thats the truth.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the
scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He
remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for
years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was
broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing
before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother
of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a
man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out,
Excuse me, where are we?"
This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the
traveller asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long
walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which
led through a farm gate that looked as if it had
never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he
saw a
man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveller gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and
sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside
it.
The traveller filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he
gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back
toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call this
place?" the traveller asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveller said. "The man down the road
said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave
their best friends behind."
Soooo...
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without
writing a word, maybe this could explain:
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you
do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you
forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know
how,
you
forward jokes.
And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still
important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you
get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just
another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your
friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
...........................................and thats the truth.
and :welcome: HuddsGirl