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ha ha post crasher... runs in an duz a lil girl dance passes out gingerbread girl cookies and runs out giggling...

Llg/PL

She prolly just googled your screen name like any sensible person would do to find out if you are dumb enough to use the same name to post on ... say... murder-girls.com, or other such places. … of course the clever ones would create a user name and go posting on charity and save-the-world forums to create a cloud of false goodness around their dirty persona. … damn I may have outted myself as a clever murderer…. oh well, guess it had ta come out some time.

They are people who are not logged in ... some could be just visitors that have not signed up to be members ... but say I log out and come back ... I'm counted as a guest until I log in again. Many people just close the window when leaving the sight, which allows them to come back already logged in when they return to the site ... but if you click log out you have ta log back in or else you are counted asa guest. Get it? I don't usually log in unless I wanna make a post or if I want to go in the chatroom.

If your diapered ass is ever sitting in the chair next to Jay Leno, talking about your new celeb status, then I'm renouncing my akdl-ing ways, hiking up some granny panties, moving to Tex-ass, and joining the far right Republican Party. With that said, IF diapers did ever became a new fad I prolly would not enjoy them anymore. If I ever saw my big sister or mom suddenly strapping on a diaper and/or sucking on a paci ... well I'd have to pluck my eyes out with a fork and feed them to a stray dog; then find someone who would be willing to bash my head with an old unplained 2x4 (rusty nails included) until I couldn't remember my own name. I'd be so horrified I'd have to kill myself just because the amount of time the head bashing and the eye plucking would take excruciatingly too long. The images would burn straight thru my brain and it would just ooze out my ears and nose like gray snot. I like being an akdl because I'm not supposed to like it. I like having secrets that only special people know … (not all you cyber ppl that live in my computer – real ones). That's what makes it fun. I'm not ashamed of being an akdl … and I'm willing to stake my blanket on the fact that ppl who know me would not be surprised to learn I'm a big kid … but I still like having the secret – so there!

she’s sulkin wiss the udda stuffd aminals till I pomis eyes sendin herz toa new home… buh nobuddy finks she’s sereeus bout wannin to go away buh she is … she wont comes out ov the aminal box -- wen i taks her out she duznt maks me feel betta no mores … she says shez dun an no morez gonna love me ineemore cuz im doin a bad fing … soooo shez in the aminal box still

... dis is sniffy ... she duznt wanna live wif me nomores an needz a good home. If u love snuggly girl elefants and can givs her a good home (cries) ... plez yahoo messenger me a place to send her... my messenger id is peekiee_stream thx u very much.

(funny poem I found a long time ago... not remembering where at the moment) Under-Things She wanted embroidered on her panties and bra a message that told him that he'd gone too far. A motif that told him "If you can read this, You're much too close, so give it a miss." "Certainly Madom," the saleslady said. "In what kind of script would you like it read? Copperplate? San Serif? Bold wouldn't fail." She thought for a moment and then she said… "Braille." *** another just for fun *** Snow White's Secret She lay there Her, with the ebony hair And skin so fair. She was surrounded by the Seven, Caught between heaven And the other place, when, A sound was heard just then. 'Twas the Charming Prince, Come to free her from Step Mother's sins! But wait, something was amiss. She slept on, even after his kiss, (Which had weakened countless knees), And this nagged at his peace. "Maybe Snow White is..." The thought set him ill at ease. To test the sweet mademoiselle, He sent for Rapunzel Alas, His fear true fell She broke Snow White's spell

I'm not looking for a 'mommy' (especially not a 20yr old girl, lol) but, if you run into problems feel free to post your concerns or whatever, and there is a good chace I'd like to answer them for you if you are sincere with your request. I'm workin on my 'tone' so if I came off sounding anything other than 'nice' ... sorry. I mean it in a nice way, even if it doesn't read that way.

WhooHoo!! ... House Ninja (like house wife) … you could throw in multiple personalities (regression being a great one… little girl/boy) schizophrenic, regressing into her little girl ninja self… wrapped in an obvious black cloth diaper … can use a black sheet or dye some real ones black. … or maybe regress to teen girl ninja thinking she is going to cheerleader tryouts wearing a diaper... Can do something like Krinkle Ninja!... hard ta be stealth in a loud crinkly diaper.... (sneek around the quiet house and all you can hear is the crinkling of the diaper, LOL) In a separate personality you could be a ninja American Idol … (Sanjia quality) ... or if you want to disgard the ninja theme, you could use gangster baby (I'll cement your booties if you don't vote for me!... in your best 'little' voice). For your house, use lots of fabric with already printed scenes on them … just go to a fabric store and you can find whatever scene you want already printed on there … tack these fabrics on your wall for your background … OR if ya wanna get technical you can do the “blue screen” thing and digitally place a background into your video … just go to your local news station and ask the weather-tech people if they could show you how to do it … they might be nice enough to teach you how. It is worth a shot, if you are serious about it. If not, the fabric store will have most what you’d want. Just come up with a scenario or idea about basic concepts for the script and I could help you write dialogue … lol… that is if you like sarcastic nonsense – I’m your girl. You will find make-up cheap at Walmart, or the Dollar General … but I would suggest, if you have sensitive skin, apply it to a patch of your skin before applying it all over. If you are into body paint… a cheap way to go is to use food as a supplement to the make-up … ketchup for red, pudding if you need something thicker (but only for a few minutes time frame, because it won’t stick all that long) … if you need texture you can use brown sugar and coffee grounds (that is what I use to exfoliate before shaving my legs … works pretty well to prevent ingrown hair … not that is what you’d use it for but thought I’d trow that in there as bonus info) … mayo, whip cream (tub not can), anything like that can act as face cover … maybe squeeze in a few drops of food coloring if ya want colors … TIE DYE Ninja! To blend in the circus in case you have to pop a cap in a clown’s ass trunk... I guess this is enough for now… if you are in need of dialogue, just need to know what the scenario is … where you want to start off and end up …

OH MY GOSH! Are you giving me peemission ta get carried away with my crazy ideas?? I had ta check with you first before it happened.... once I get crazy it is all-or-nothing lol.... expect an eleborate postage if ya say yes lol

Sorry that my words have failed to give you a different perspective. … but before you die maybe you’d like to check out this link... click me before going ... what have you got to lose? Here is something pretty insightful from there if you don't feel like visiting the link... "People often turn to suicide because they are seeking relief from pain. Remember that relief is a feeling. And you have to be alive to feel it. You will not feel the relief you so desperately seek, if you are dead. Some people will react badly to your suicidal feelings, either because they are frightened, or angry; they may actually increase your pain instead of helping you, despite their intentions, by saying or doing thoughtless things. You have to understand that their bad reactions are about their fears, not about you."

We would prolly do what we did in the old days ... Google It! and find 2 out of 203,670,114 links helpful. Although, the Wiki can be edited by everyday fallable ppl ... not just he cyber-know-it-all-gods that we've come to rely on to tell us everything we wanna know.

CONGRATS MO!! You've just made your 100th postage! How duz it feel ta have made it to Postury? (disclaimer... anything I may have said in this post may not be true, accurate, precise, or otherwise completely spelled correcticly as postages only go up; not down or side ways or all the other ways a postage can't go)

*giggles* well, it didn't burn my tongue when I licked it off the counter

*straightens out hers apron she made by tying her puppet ape named Ron around her waist* … comon Ape Won, wets go make boywicky sum magical capinated bottles… *mixes in a bowl a bar of baker’s chocolate, tea leaves, honey, powdered sugar, brown sugar, granulated sugar, pixie stick sugar, fun dip sugar, rock candy, warm milk, banana, OJ, java mints, and one tootsie roll* (heats the mixture in the microwave for 23 seconds) *mixes it before carefully pouring off half the liquid into a bottle… then wipes the other half she spilled up with her shirt, a kitchen towel, and a handy idea of just licking up the rest off the counter* …here ya go boywicky! I made it special for you… its gooooood I tastidid it...

Comic Relief ... runaway train ... 2mato - tamottoe ... I know what I know. Just because you don’t know what I know, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I know. I know you don’t know what I know, but I don’t know what you want me to do about what you don’t know. You know, I don’t know the exact amount of my knows against your knows; it just goes to show, you don’t really know what you know until you can show others what you know against their knows; so they say. Then they all collaborate together, comparing and contrasting to see if what you know and what they know match up. It usually turns out that your knows and their knows, and sometimes my knows, have some similarities; however, those in-the-know about such things won’t really need to validate their knows against anyone else’s knows. Although, those that don’t need validation tend to be way too secure in themselves than they ought to be; you know?

(as this is the baby talk page... I get ta page my talk in baby-style) Awwww Garwee … if you was a real fwend, you’d muggle in sum caffeine emigrating as toofpaste; disguised as putty ina playdoh can. They do make soaps and exfoliaters with caffeine in it, but it just doesn’t taste right. Star-wight, Star-brwight the first Star I see tanite Wish in May, Wish I myte Have my wish I wish tanite...

You suffer from a similar affliction as I do; runaway-train-ism. You get into your head a bunch of different ideas and inspirations and get carried away with them. Inside your head you are really thinking that this train is going to end up somewhere really great … just not always sure where you are going… but once you start your travels it is really hard to stop because you get going so fast … you don’t recognize the quicksand you are headed straight into. I don’t always agree with everything you post … but I can recognize that you are not meaning the grand explosions that happen when your train gets away from you. I’m not saying that you are not responsible for some of the bad attention you’ve received, but I am sympathetic to the consequences that you end up gifting yourself unintentionally. Just try and learn from your mistakes, and not blame everyone else for where you end up. No one is obligated to agree with you or required to hold their tongue if they have a different opinion. Just the same way you are perfectly free to post whatever you want … but seeing as you don’t own the site it is not up to you whether it gets to stay posted or only receive good responses. I’m all for you being who you are, but you must admit that the masses have a tendency to be right most of the time. If there are more people who are having problems with your posts than those that like them… maybe you can evaluate your approach instead of feeling like a victim. Like I said, I have problems getting carried away at times as well. I’ve learned to recognize it when it happens and try to minimize the damage as much as I can. People can change their minds … it is not set in stone that you will always be liked, loved, or hated by certain people. There are some that started off hating me, and are a bit warmer now … and the opposite is true as well. People’s feelings ebb and flow with the tides. Good Luck with your future travels.

Don't know if it has a specific name ... I like when she explains something (that I'm already familar with) in a very (sexy) scientific manner.

nobuddy likes candyland?

As a reluctantly reformed coffee addict, I bow to your husband. (as a lesbian, that takes much humility, ) Imagine laying in bed, and him coming into you with a bottle filled with your favorite, hot, (very) caffeinated, creamy, rich, linger-on-your-tongue goodness… … oh heavens, what a jones for the Star! (pouts) I can’t shouldn't even have decaf (but do )

Hmmmmm,… Hmmmm,… … … hmmm … … … things that make ya go hmmm Let-me-think … end of the Earth huh? Welp, I really dunno. The end of the Earth duzn’t have to be the end of humankind though … you just asked about armageddoning our planet. I think there is a top, top, secret (the top secret above the top secret) named Jiffy Pop Top Secrets of Secrets (the JPTSS), cuz we all know jiffy pop pops the highest of all the pops … this name will throw off any suspicions because who would use such an obvious name? This agency knows exactly what the expiration date of Earth is … cuz like all great products, it is labeled SOMEWHERE on the package. If it isn’t, you get a refund and a free coupon … I’m not so sure about the Inner/Outer space customer service, but it has to be better than most; as it has control of all the satellites … except for the Russian and Korean spy ones we are not supposed ta know about (the cahootin scoundrels) Well, as they already know that the Earth is gonna prolly do one of several things … blow up, not blow up, hyper-magnetize, hypo-magnetize, radiate all life out of everything, or perhaps begin to rot from the inside out like bad fruit … (that’s why many places are beginning to smell bad … this agency covers it up by building dumps and landfills so you have a more obvious cause for the stench). Well, they are building a habitat for humanity on Mars right now … under the existing habitat for humanity organization – collecting tax dollars and donations … if you read the fine print it is spelled out plan as day. They are pretending to use the funds to rebuild New Orleans, and Mississippi after Katrina … and that other place the tsunami hit … but really they are using the funds to build a place on Mars that will sustain human life. For more information about this JPTSS project, contact Ronald McDonald … oh yeah, don’t you think it is odd that McDonalds has suddenly incorporated apples and healthy junk into their menu? They want you to think our governments are in forcing healthier standards … nooooo … those apples and granola and other “healthful” stuffs they have are all grown on Mars … and introducing the genetics to mutate human genes in such a way that we will be ready to live on Mars when our planet rots … or does whatever it does to ensure we have to live sumplace else. Now if you will excuse me, I have a Happy Meal I need to finish…

listenin to a song in my head that I dunno where i remebering it from .... but it is fun and funny if not a little naughty it goes a little sumthin like this... Bimbo, Bimbo, where you gonna go-i-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, what ya gonna do-i-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know, That you're goin' down the road, to see your little girls-i-o? Bimbo is a little girl, who's got a million friends. And every time she passes by, they all invite her in. She'll clap her hands and sing and dance, and speak her baby talk, With holes in pants, and knees stickin' out, she's just big enough to walk. Bimbo, Bimbo, where you gonna go-i-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, what ya gonna do-i-o? Bimbo Bimbo, does your mommy know, that you're goin' down the road, ta see your little girls-i-o? Bimbo's got two big blue eyes … that light up like the stars. And the way to light them up, is to buy her candy bars. Cracker Jacks and bubble gum will start her day off right. All the girlies follow her just a begin' for a bite. Bimbo, Bimbo, candy on your face-i-o, Bimbo, Bimbo, chewin' on your gum-i-o. Bimbo, Bimbo, when you gonna grow, Everybody loves you little baby bimb-i-o. You never catch her sittin' still, she's just the rovin' kind. Although she's just a little girl, she's got a grown-up mind. She's always got her shaggy hair, and pullin' at her clothes, And everybody calls to her, as down the street she goes. Bimbo Bimbo where you gonna go-i-o? Bimbo Bimbo what ya gonna do-i-o? Bimbo Bimbo does your mommy know? That you're goin' down the road, ta see your little girls-i-o?

Ok, ok, … maaaaaybe SUMtimes a bottle ends up in my mouth a time or ten … but only when I want one and ONLY when I feel like it … I can stop bottle drinking any time I want … oh and if such an occasion does hold true, then there is usually milk in there (skim white and sweet brown kind mixed or water … or purple + gold juicy juice or … on rare occasions a cafe no-whip/no foam latte has ended up in a few to nine as well)