Boinkus

Slamdem

Seeduktryss

Boinkus: Hey, baby. How YOU doin? As you can see, I’m very  happy to meet you.

Seeduktryss: Oh. Hi. Are you really  happy to see me or is that a micro-chip in your gear?

Boinkus: Oh, that hurts baby. That hurts. Seriously now: do you think you can handle me?

Seeduktryss: Oh, I can handle you. You and six of your friends.

Slamdem: Funny you should mention his friends. I’m the friend for you, sugar.

Seeduktryss: You moron. How could you forget our first meeting? You obviously still can’t stand up and you’re all bent out of shape even now. Aside: Speaking of MICRO-chips.

Boinkus: Oh, baby. Talk dirty to me. Talk dirty to ME!

Seeduktryss: You still want me? Even after you’ve seen the way your friend looks after one (albeit short) night with me?

Boinkus: Give it to me, baby.
***Three minutes later:

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An update on Little Man: We saw our family doc today. He has referred us to a child psychiatrist a little closer to home than the children’s hospital. He did this because the wait for our first appointment should be  a lot shorter than at the hospital. We’ll see how that goes. I feel completely in love (not THAT kind of love) with our doc right now because he took me seriously and seemed truly and wholeheartedly concerned for Little Man’s well-being. He’s been my  doc since I was about Little Man’s age so he knows that I’m not the type of mom to just go off the deepend as a result of some quirky behaviour on the part of my child. I keep waiting to hear that he’s going to be retiring and I’ll be on the dreaded search for a new family doctor. He’s healthy and fit though, so let’s hope he’s got some good years left in him. Ew, I’m talking about him like he’s a used Honda, aren’t I? Creepy.

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To make you giggle: Someone found my blog recently as a result of a search for “Mall Fucking.”

Snicker.

Snicker.

Snort. Sounds kinky, huh? Makes me wonder what s/he was really looking for?