Comments on: Dear Redhead, It Tastes Really Gross

By: Dear Redhead

Dear Redhead — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:22:12 +0000

Becky and Crissy – I can’t even look at a fern without pissing myself. Thanks for that.

By: Aunt Becky

Aunt Becky — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 21:51:05 +0000

I’m laughing my ass off at Crissy’s comment.

By: Dear Redhead

Dear Redhead — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 21:17:23 +0000

Crissy –

While I don’t have a plant story, I do have one involving TSA and a certain carry on bag that wouldn’t stop buzzing.

Let’s just say that vibrators are considered weapons of mass destruction and confiscated. (seriously!?!)

Diddled to Death. Yup. It’s true.

By: Dear Redhead

Dear Redhead — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:09:35 +0000

OK, Daniel. I just snorted milk. No, not THAT kind of milk. You’re right – it shouldn’t take 30 minutes. Next time I see her at the gym, I’ll tell her!

By: Daniel

Daniel — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:32:56 +0000

Could it be he didn’t call back because it took a half hour for you to get the job done? Who doesn’t like a long blow, but chances are you just weren’t doing it right

By: toywithme

toywithme — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:21:47 +0000

Backasswards oh the “male G-Spot” definitely exsists, no doubt about it girl. Just trust me on this one. If only more men were “open” to the idea of a little bum play. Unfortunately many men have a preconceived idea and view this as something meant only for gay men. Poor suckas they have no idea what they are missing!

By: toywithme

toywithme — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:16:04 +0000

Whoa Kevin you are just full of um… well…. er…. very interesting information. A key party?!?

By: toywithme

toywithme — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:14:54 +0000

Mother-in-laws always notice the most incredible things. What the hell was she looking at the ceiling for in the first place?

By: Kevin

Kevin — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 16:59:42 +0000

I’m not gonna ask how one meets an adult film director . . . maybe searching for “Allan Smithee” on eHarmony? Nah – the redhead don’t need no stinking messianic cult masquerading as a dating site – and F-You eHarmony for not being able to match me! (Wait, did I say that out loud?)

Anyway . . .

When looking for appropriate playhouses, I’ve also found a good strategy is to troll suburban neighborhoods looking for station wagons with wood paneling. If a white guy with a ‘fro and gold chains, and a woman with a halter top and bell bottoms get out of said station wagon – and both are wearing platform shoes? Pull up and say “Hey guys, you wanna do a key party?” If they are open to the idea it is likely this house will meet your kink needs.

Just sayin’

Kevin

By: Crissy

Crissy — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 15:24:44 +0000

I actually have a really funny story about the swing. My sister-in-law put a hook in her bedroom ceiling for her swing. My nosy newsy mother-in-law looked up and asked her what the hook was for. Thinking fast, my sister-in-law said she was thinking of hanging a plant there. The next day, my mother-in-law showed up with an enormous Boston fern! Hahahahahahaha! Now my poor sister-in-law has to haul that thing down every time she wants to play on the swing. Also, it’s weird sleeping with a giant plant threatening to fall down and kill you in your sleep.