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PLEASE PAY BEFORE YOU PUMP!
Do come in . . . perhaps I can whip-up
a little something for you to eat?
I was in the middle of this very photo shoot about a week or three ago, on a Sunday morning no less. The only reason I was up relatively early was that I had no idea at the time that the clocks had ungraciously sprung forward without my prior permission.
So there I was undressed in my Sunday finest when out of nowhere, there is a knock on my door at the ungodly hour of fifty minutes after 10 a.m. . . .
I peeked out my living room window between the slats of the venetian blind … and to my utter lack of surprise, there on my doorstep was the usual religious nutjob bearing an “invitation” to visit their cult quarters . . .
In this particular instance it was a rather smartly dressed middle-aged black woman . . . and for just a moment I considered throwing on a dressing gown [that’s “bathrobe” to you North Americans] . . .
but since this is private property and the stranger in question was clearly trespassing . . .
naturally, I opened the door in full and blatant disregard of any semblance of decency . . .
“Oh”, I said, “you must be my eleven o’clock . . . you’re a little early!”
With one arched eyebrow, I sternly continued “Don’t let that happen again. Also, don’t even think about being late!”
To give credit where it is due, my unwanted visitor did not faint at my feet . . . but rather she rallied quite well and offered me the aforementioned invitation . . .
Regardless, I invited her in for a spot of tea and flagellation . . .
After she had politely refused my kind offer but had again invited me to join her own cult, I told her: “Thanks anyway, but since I’m not trying to convert you to my beliefs, perhaps you’d be so kind as to follow suit?” . . .
I then licked my lips, winked, and slowly closed the door.
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March 27th, 2008 at 9:05 am
Hell yeah…
Can you come over the next time the little old baptist fellas stop by my place?
On second thought, scratch that. You might give Amos a heart attack.
March 27th, 2008 at 9:43 am
Thank you! Thank you! Nice to get the blood going this morning. Wow am I hungry! In Constant Gratitude for your shared exploits
March 27th, 2008 at 12:33 pm
I will be around next Sunday with my bible and my Vicar’s outfit so that we can have a “Vicar and Tart” party!!
Have you any whipped cream????
March 27th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
Hahaha… hoar.
March 27th, 2008 at 3:26 pm
…I had given up proselytizing for lent, but now I’m having 2nd thoughts…
March 27th, 2008 at 3:54 pm
HRT: I’d give up prostituting myself on here too, but I’m not Catholic. I’ll settle for giving up Lent for Lent.
March 27th, 2008 at 4:49 pm
10 years ago I gave up being Catholic for lent. I forgot to pick it back up.
March 27th, 2008 at 6:14 pm
HAHAHA! Something similar happened to my dear Uncle Dan. A sweet grey-haired little old lady came to the door and he answered it buck nekkid. Needless to say, the Southern Baptists never came knocking on our door again.
Also: I LOVE your shoes! I wish I could wear that style, apparently I “push” when I step because they tend to move up on my foot with each step. Let’s just face it…I’m a clod!
March 28th, 2008 at 9:16 am
Wow, must be a girl thing Warcry, because I didn’t even notice she had shoes on!
March 28th, 2008 at 2:18 pm
Wait…DK is a girl? The fishnets and boostier make so much sense now!
March 28th, 2008 at 3:14 pm
HRT: Maybe s/he is a transvestite!
March 29th, 2008 at 7:49 am
HA! I love it! I tend to grill them on the front porch about their beliefs and then ask them if it is ok if I’m gay and whether or not my lovers would be accepted. They tend to run away when the mental image of a 6′2″ 300 lb man taking up the ass enters their minds! Nit that I am gay, but they don’t need to know that. Besides with my older brother holding all the gay cards in the family I HAVE to be straight.