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That's the thing, though...when you land there you won't be a man anymore...
"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:9jYMd.64$K54.23@edtnps84... If the devil is a woman.... how it used to work don't matter none... when I land there a MAN will take over! I'll have the women laying everything..... including eggs! CM "katysails" wrote in message ... I don't think that's how it works down there...I imagine that you will not be sharing a cell with a woman, devil or no...can you say "chook"? "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:70TMd.5$044.0@edtnps84... As long as she does what's she's told... we'll get along just fine. "katysails" wrote in message ... You're going to be really surprised when you go to the other place and find out the Lucifer is really a woman... "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:r3OMd.3394$rB6.728@edtnps91... You and Maxi are prime candidates for the "Pussy Whipped Club".... "Females will find liberation only in total compliance to the wishes of their owners!" "If God is a Woman... all the better, she'll do as she's told!" Who Da Man.... I Da Man! Bwahahahahahahaaaaaa CM |
Heh Kitty... better not let Mr. Sails hear you say that.....
CM "katysails" wrote in message ... I only kneel to God....there is no man on earth I'd ever kneel to... "Capt. Neal®" wrote in message ... "katysails" wrote in message ... You forget I know Max (for a long time)...no need for him to suck up...he knows where I kneel and I know where he stands...it's a very amicable arrangement... |
"katysails" wrote in message ... I'm already fortified against the wild blandishments of aged gentlemen (you forget I work in a senior citizen complex), I don't eat pasties (ugh....wheat flour)...a nice sirloin tossed to the dog, the goose and dick out with the .22....and then I lay siege...you gotta come out sometime....by that time, I will have dyed all the snow pink, tied doilies on your truck and painted daisies on the cab, and sprayed enough Magie Noire around that no dog will ever approach your house again... Hah!.... I'll release the ferrets! You'll nay git chance ta fool wit me truck nor nutin' else wit da ferrets up your knickers! The dawg don't except food from strangers.... and it gets sirloin for dinner.... if it bites someone. You may as well save yourself the trouble and merely shackle and collar yourself prior to ringin' the doorbell. BTW- Gun Control means you are not permitted to shoot a firearm within one kilometer of a residence here.... otherwise the SWAT Team shows up and it gets ugly from there on in. CM |
"Maxprop" wrote in message I'm penning your eulogy as we speak. RIP, old Cannuck friend. Ha ha ha..... no problem.. I'm braced for a major clucking at by one really wet hen! Live Fast.... Die Young! CM |
"katysails" wrote in message You really oughta be really really glad you live in Nova Scotia... I can see the sparkle in your eyes..... :-) CM |
I think that cry signalled a double yoker.....
CM "katysails" wrote in message ... AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH "Maxprop" wrote in message .net... "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message "Maxprop" wrote in message "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master! Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood you when you are chained to the foot of the bed. And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine "master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand, and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand? Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!! Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on the warpath. You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?) Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine, Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee. Max |
Damned Straight I will be!
.....and she'll listen or get spanked! Look Kitty..... don't you have dishes to do or slippers to fetch? CM "katysails" wrote in message ... That's the thing, though...when you land there you won't be a man anymore... "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:9jYMd.64$K54.23@edtnps84... If the devil is a woman.... how it used to work don't matter none... when I land there a MAN will take over! I'll have the women laying everything..... including eggs! CM "katysails" wrote in message ... I don't think that's how it works down there...I imagine that you will not be sharing a cell with a woman, devil or no...can you say "chook"? "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:70TMd.5$044.0@edtnps84... As long as she does what's she's told... we'll get along just fine. "katysails" wrote in message ... You're going to be really surprised when you go to the other place and find out the Lucifer is really a woman... "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:r3OMd.3394$rB6.728@edtnps91... You and Maxi are prime candidates for the "Pussy Whipped Club".... "Females will find liberation only in total compliance to the wishes of their owners!" "If God is a Woman... all the better, she'll do as she's told!" Who Da Man.... I Da Man! Bwahahahahahahaaaaaa CM |
Why? He's well aware of it?
"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:gvYMd.68$K54.32@edtnps84... Heh Kitty... better not let Mr. Sails hear you say that..... CM "katysails" wrote in message ... I only kneel to God....there is no man on earth I'd ever kneel to... "Capt. Neal®" wrote in message ... "katysails" wrote in message ... You forget I know Max (for a long time)...no need for him to suck up...he knows where I kneel and I know where he stands...it's a very amicable arrangement... |
Piffling and trifling....yer just scared....ferrets....yah...I'm quaking in
my boots... "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:gvYMd.67$K54.24@edtnps84... "katysails" wrote in message ... I'm already fortified against the wild blandishments of aged gentlemen (you forget I work in a senior citizen complex), I don't eat pasties (ugh....wheat flour)...a nice sirloin tossed to the dog, the goose and dick out with the .22....and then I lay siege...you gotta come out sometime....by that time, I will have dyed all the snow pink, tied doilies on your truck and painted daisies on the cab, and sprayed enough Magie Noire around that no dog will ever approach your house again... Hah!.... I'll release the ferrets! You'll nay git chance ta fool wit me truck nor nutin' else wit da ferrets up your knickers! The dawg don't except food from strangers.... and it gets sirloin for dinner.... if it bites someone. You may as well save yourself the trouble and merely shackle and collar yourself prior to ringin' the doorbell. BTW- Gun Control means you are not permitted to shoot a firearm within one kilometer of a residence here.... otherwise the SWAT Team shows up and it gets ugly from there on in. CM |
Well, nowyou're po'ing Zena, too....
"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message news:AxYMd.71$K54.68@edtnps84... I think that cry signalled a double yoker..... CM "katysails" wrote in message ... AIIIIIIEEEEEE-YAH "Maxprop" wrote in message .net... "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message "Maxprop" wrote in message "Capt. Mooron" wrote in message You shall learn your place ...Slave!.... at the foot of your Master! Maybe the cold steel of your slave collar will temper your hot blood you when you are chained to the foot of the bed. And what will that place be, as she stands at the foot of her supine "master," the bloody stump of his manhood dripping blood in one hand, and his severed, exsanguinating head held in her other hand? Max... you are such a big SUCK-UP!!! Make not the error of mistaking experience for obsequiousness. I've experienced the rapier-like tongue of Lady Katherine. I've felt the sting of her sight daggers. I've pitied poor Mr. Sails when she was on the warpath. You are but a wee child in the presence of such a woman, bereft of sinew and backbone, an empty vessel spouting platitudes just before a swing of her swift sword reduces you to little more than ice particles melting in the noonday sun. (did I mix enough metaphors there for ya?) Surrender, Mooron, for ye hath met thy match, and her name is Katherine, Valkyrie and Warrior Princess. The bells toll for thee. Max |
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