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tinhuvielartanis) wrote2006-04-16 06:50 pm
tinhuvielartanis) wrote2006-04-16 06:50 pm
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A New Road and Hot Sex
The Father Unit has some connections with a law firm in Charleston that is looking for individuals whom they could train to be paralegals. Based on the firm's criteria, he believes I'd be a perfect candidate and asked if I would be interested in moving down to Moncks Corner and working for lawyers. What's so cool about this is there's a house two tenths of a mile away from the Father Unit that's for sale. It has a fenced in yard and is probably twice as large as the house I have now. There's that and the fact that I've seriously considered going into the legal field, specifically as a paralegal. There's also the coolness of Tri-County tech being just a few miles down the road in Moncks Corner. Tri-County has a vet tech program. I could work and be learning the paralegal field at the same time I'm going to school learning to be a vet tech, whilst living in a larger, nicer home with all my animals and probably a few more. And, when it gets cooler and storm season is upon us, I could drive about 30 miles and be at Mother Ocean to enjoy the tempests raging the coast.
I'm very seriously considering this new road that has presented itself.
The Stepmother Unit enjoys a very....special....relationship with BB Burdie, the yellow-headed green parlour chicken. He will fly over and land on her hand at which time she will present her thumb to him. BB then proceeds to sweet-talk her thumb and make kissy noises while he makes love to her knuckle. He rubs, humps, and wraps his wings around her hand, all the time making cat-calls and telling the Stepmother Unit that he loves her. She's talking back to him, encouraging his manly work and calling him a sexy bird. After a while of this, BB will hork up his dinner and ejaculate on her knuckles, then fly off a satisfied bird.
To my knowledge, BB does this with no one else but the Stepmother Unit.....until today. Since she's gone and he's an uber-horny parakeet, BB decided that I could substitute in the fulfillment of his prurient needs. The bird humped both hands, but preferred my right, perhaps because of my tattoo. Who knows? My thumbs have never enjoyed so many compliments and declarations of undying love. I responded with words of encouragement and some "bowm-chicka-bowm-bowm" music. The horny little parlour chicken humped and rubbed all over me, then tossed his cookies and came like a porn star. I took a picture of the two of us in afterglow.
I guess this means that I have engaged in bestiality and will now bust hell wide open. Whatever. The bird is happy and I'm incredibly amused. This shall forever be known as The Easter Tin Sexed It up with a Yellow-Headed Green Parlour Chicken.
Amen.
I'm very seriously considering this new road that has presented itself.
The Stepmother Unit enjoys a very....special....relationship with BB Burdie, the yellow-headed green parlour chicken. He will fly over and land on her hand at which time she will present her thumb to him. BB then proceeds to sweet-talk her thumb and make kissy noises while he makes love to her knuckle. He rubs, humps, and wraps his wings around her hand, all the time making cat-calls and telling the Stepmother Unit that he loves her. She's talking back to him, encouraging his manly work and calling him a sexy bird. After a while of this, BB will hork up his dinner and ejaculate on her knuckles, then fly off a satisfied bird.
To my knowledge, BB does this with no one else but the Stepmother Unit.....until today. Since she's gone and he's an uber-horny parakeet, BB decided that I could substitute in the fulfillment of his prurient needs. The bird humped both hands, but preferred my right, perhaps because of my tattoo. Who knows? My thumbs have never enjoyed so many compliments and declarations of undying love. I responded with words of encouragement and some "bowm-chicka-bowm-bowm" music. The horny little parlour chicken humped and rubbed all over me, then tossed his cookies and came like a porn star. I took a picture of the two of us in afterglow.
I guess this means that I have engaged in bestiality and will now bust hell wide open. Whatever. The bird is happy and I'm incredibly amused. This shall forever be known as The Easter Tin Sexed It up with a Yellow-Headed Green Parlour Chicken.
Amen.