Welcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you.
In spite of your disclaimer, I'm reporting you the the CADL--Cucumber Anti-Defamation League. I just know cucumbers were harmed during the creation of this post.
Is it inappropriate that I like your St. Patty's Day erotica even though that's my dad's birthday so when I think about St. Patrick's Day I think about my dad? Ew. Now that I've written it, I know it's wrong. My dad died a long time ago. Maybe that helps.
So naughty but not sure green would go with this....I just think of the Jolly Green giant as having syphilis.....why the jolly green giant?? I have no clue. Now as for your poem...it's great!
Right back at ya, Adham. Right back at ya. PS Buy my book, Woman on the Verge of Paradise. Click on book cover top of left sidebar. You're welcome. PS Buy my book. You're welcome.
Begosh and Begorrah, you've spun the blarney perfectly. Any roll in the clover after reading this is perfect. Gold, rainbows, and lads - I wish you the gamut of all things Irish this week, Robyn. (or throw in a Bernie - everyone's Irish on Friday) Take care!
You did work in "beef" but I guess it would have been real difficult to make corned beef and cabbage erotic. One sounds like a venereal disease, and the other makes you fart. I really liked the poem.
Yeah, as creative as I am, PVP, I couldn't work the corned beef-erotica angle. Corned beef sounds like a foot disease to me, and that's not erotic. Then there's cabbage. Yeah, don't get me started on cabbage. Smiles.
In spite of your disclaimer, I'm reporting you the the CADL--Cucumber Anti-Defamation League. I just know cucumbers were harmed during the creation of this post.
ReplyDeleteYou only know me thru my blog, Stephen, and yet you know me too well.
DeleteAs the one with a sentient pickle avatar, THANK YOU STEPHEN for looking out for the rights of cucumbers.
DeleteSo is no one concerned about her wanting to tear up beef to the bone?
DeleteNo food is safe here!
Haha. Oy, I'm too negligent. I'm finding these funnies after the fact. Sorry, guys, and I love you and your comments and do eventually read them.
DeleteIs it inappropriate that I like your St. Patty's Day erotica even though that's my dad's birthday so when I think about St. Patrick's Day I think about my dad? Ew. Now that I've written it, I know it's wrong. My dad died a long time ago. Maybe that helps.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Was he a nice looking man? Oh, why did I go there? I'm a sick, twisted woman. Ask someone who's not, hon. Sorry.
DeleteLove ya.
AND you have a photo of my current flame, Willy Dunne Wooters, with your filthy, disgusting father-erotica.
DeleteAre you upping your fees for my rights to post that photo, Janie? I already paid you a 4-digit figure.
DeleteRoll me over in the clover, roll me over, lay me down and do it again is the tune which springs to mind here...
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful March.
You have me laughing. I love your silly, saucy tune, EC. Thank you. A wonderful March to you too.
DeleteSure and 'tis a nice big shillelagh I'm wishin' for ye on St Paddy's Day, my girl!
ReplyDeleteYou're a true friend, Debra. Thank you.
DeleteAlmost wish I was Irish...
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many Leprechauns were harmed?
I lost track, Alex. ;)
DeleteAfter reading this poem I feel like exploding into a pot of gold! But first I'll have to help you find a word that rhymes with 'amok'.
ReplyDeleteThat might take a while, GB. If you have the patience, I have the time.
DeleteSo naughty but not sure green would go with this....I just think of the Jolly Green giant as having syphilis.....why the jolly green giant?? I have no clue. Now as for your poem...it's great!
ReplyDeleteWho gave the Jolly Green giant syphilis, Birgit? I can't help but wonder. (King Kong?)
DeletePS Thank you.
Nope.....Mothra:)
DeleteThat's a new one to me. I'll need to research Mothra.
DeleteOh, you (wonderfully) naughty girl! You always come up with the best stuff :)
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, good Martha.
DeleteIt's time to what? LOL
ReplyDeleteWhatever tickles yer fancy, Diane. And by "yer fancy," you can guess what I mean. Wink.
DeleteOf for some Irish Cream named Bailey.
ReplyDeleteI have been craving Bailey these days, Mitchell. Mmm, that Bailey.
DeleteNo, that's not a shillelagh in my pocket. I really am just glad to see you!
ReplyDeleteI thought so, Jono. Thank you. ;-)
DeleteIt's time to...that means any time of the day and night, right? haha I wouldn't mind a Saint Me Day like that.
ReplyDeleteAny time is the right time, Pat. Isn't that a song or a commercial jingle? If so, that's proof that any time of day or night is right.
DeleteRight back at ya, Adham. Right back at ya.
ReplyDeletePS Buy my book, Woman on the Verge of Paradise. Click on book cover top of left sidebar. You're welcome.
PS Buy my book. You're welcome.
Begosh and Begorrah, you've spun the blarney perfectly. Any roll in the clover after reading this is perfect. Gold, rainbows, and lads - I wish you the gamut of all things Irish this week, Robyn. (or throw in a Bernie - everyone's Irish on Friday) Take care!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Matey.
DeleteYou're always welcome to throw in a Bernie.
Be well, and enjoy St. Patty's.
You did work in "beef" but I guess it would have been real difficult to make corned beef and cabbage erotic. One sounds like a venereal disease, and the other makes you fart. I really liked the poem.
ReplyDeleteYeah, as creative as I am, PVP, I couldn't work the corned beef-erotica angle. Corned beef sounds like a foot disease to me, and that's not erotic. Then there's cabbage. Yeah, don't get me started on cabbage. Smiles.
DeleteTop of the mornin' (after) to you, Robyn! Another fun one. You make every holiday a good one. :)
ReplyDeleteAw, thank you kindly, Connie. I appreciate it and you. Happy St. Patty's.
DeleteThis erotica is fantastic as always, but I just love that in the collage Martha's being a little creeper.
ReplyDeleteDamnit, that sleazy creepster has to always intrude. I think that sausage is about to go limp.
DeleteThanks, BnB.
Haha. Putting the green in the season, huh?
ReplyDeleteEnjoy St. Patrick's!
I do what I can.
DeleteThanks, Lux. Happy St. Patty's to you too!
You're welcome. Always a pleasure to visit here. Oops, maybe wrong choice of word. :D
DeleteMy hubby is very happy that McFlurry is back for a few short weeks. Love you!
ReplyDeleteAre they back? Woohoo! I've been craving a McFlurry since I posted this, Elsie. Love you too.
DeleteSomehow I think you lost the "Saint" in St. Patrick's day. LOL
ReplyDeleteMe thinks Patrick was never a Saint, LD. He just plays one for the holiday.
DeleteLove the verse but had no idea St. Patrick's Day had got so strenuous. I will be careful in crowds.
ReplyDeleteNot sure what you mean, Geo, but some strain can be rewarding. Smiles.
DeleteWith your failures at internet dating, maybe you should find a nice leprechaun. Happy St. Patrick's Day, Robyn.
ReplyDeleteI assure you, Sage, I have been on the lookout.
DeleteHappy St. Pat's weekend to you.
The way Bernie is looking at you!
ReplyDeleteSee, it's not just in my wild imagination, Jenny. Thank you for affirming that. ;~)
DeleteHope you had a great Patty's Day! Now, where is Pat? Mr Tillett?
ReplyDeleteSorry i was late to the party! Any green beer left over? YOu're so funny.
ReplyDeleteYeah, but it didn't start off green, Holli. I don't think you want this beer.
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