I'm tired of being a sexworker, so I've decided to shave my head and join this great commune I've been reading about and corresponding with. Apparenly, all I have to do is sell their cassette tapes, and they'll provide me with eternal bliss and happiness in return. That seems like a pretty good deal, so I'm selling everything I own and moving to Oregon. They don't have power there, so I won't be able to post here anymore.

Also, my new name is Sparkly Brite Eyes, so please address me as that from now on. Oh, and apparently I have to sew my vagina shut - something to do with not leading their patriarch into temptation. I can totally understand that, so I'm going to see if I can fit myself under the sewing machine this afternoon. I wonder if I should use a zig zag stitch, just in case?

Morgan

Bob wants you to share the love Sparkly, so no sewing for you...spread the slack and embrace the Bob in us all (perhaps with a bit of Connie thrown in).
 -- Pastor DH

Morgan, Morgan, you need to tell them that is soooo 1300s.  Chastity belts is the way to go.  

I also highly recommend you check that the key works first BEFORE you strap it on.

Regards to the godly people,

Lia
Eden B's PA/lackey extraordinaire

...in the ashtray of my car. Said he was just resting his butt, we both knew he was really looking for my toll road funds.

Cassette sales must be slow this time of year...

SM

You'd rename yourself Lilith, and set up a school to turn out men, teaching them how to treat a woman how she wants to be treated.  Graduation would mean that he could become a sex worker and put his newly minted credential into his advertising.

EATAT -- you could even call it the Church of Venus, or if you really want to taunt the moralizers -- the Church of Mammon.  It would be more lucrative.  And more fun.

And just think, one of my classmates dreamed of founding a new cult just so he could screw all those young women who'd flock to him...

... you've already got that terrific rack and everything!

If you read the story I mentioned, you would see that I am doing ANYTHING but making fun of anal sex. You see, the exballerina had been raised an aetheist, and was looking for the connection to God. Does God live inside us?  I can't answer that question.

And I never said I don't like anal sex. I actually love it.  But Some people just aren't built for it, and it is my understanding that if a woman as myself constantly bleeds from it, it would be inadvisable for many reasons, am I correct, Elmer?  So now does that make me jelous? Yes.  Making fun of?  No.  Hope that clears it up.

KIsses.

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