in noticing that other IPOAT Johnny husband incarnations are better than mine?

[Hullygully]

Huh.

I do have rather comely ankles don't sister Lenin

That fiddling with his twanger chap sounds delightful!

For sure, that is a strange shaped instrument. Does he need to polish it so?

But see how rhythmic he is, and he has his eyes closed that he may concentrate all the harder. He turns red and heavy of breath, how hard he works! Verily he does the Lord's work.

Culler Jr could take a leaf out of his book, he strikes me as a little slothful in the activity department.

Herby cupcake, anyone? They're very good, dear Sister Lenin is to be thanked.

Gives Pag a sisterly squeeze.

He does rub it with gusto, I'll give him that. Why just look at the sheen on it.

Do those cupcakes come with a cupful of guilt?

one should prostrate oneself after partaking in such pleasure

lol in RL

Riven and I were discussing pag's flowery cunt only a few days ago.

She is a woman of the world make no mistake.

Are we sure that these cupcakes are quite for us. Has Sister Lenin ensured that we will obtain no enjoyment from them whatsoever. They do not have mounded tops like soft yet firm breasts or creamy tops like whipped man juice?

My cooking is of the highest order. I always ensure it is completely vile. It is what Jesus would want.

I sent Riven a huge load of porn once. She was very gracious about it.

I also sent one of the women at DDs school at post entitled 'I am Natasha. You can fuck me hard'

She was a bit more non-plussed

Yes sister Pag, this was my concern. Sister Hully however, seems keen as mustard to throw caution to the wind and partake in the food of the devils playground.

See how Sister Lenin and Hully play with hellfire so? Do we thing they may be, possessed?

lmfao @ 'I am Natasha. You can fuck me hard'

How on earth! Is this a sideline Pag?

All cooking must have nettles in it, it is as our order commands. See these cupcakes have flecks of green, they taste not of the splendid nettle, but we musn't cavil. I think they make one feel quite tired and accepting of the strange ways of the Lord.

Jesus wants us to cook vilely, and then give it to the poor.

The poor poor.

Did she take you up on your offer?

Ahhh yes I see the nettles now...how strange these cupcakes taste....

I think I might need to lie down and contemplate the Lord's stigmata at enormous length.

Yes indeeed. The poor need to be as miserable as we. Otherwise they will drink their gin all day and watch Jeremy Kyle.

Nah. She refused. Not least because my name is not actually Natasha.

( dull truth: FB hacked. Poor Riven sent me an 'errr...did you mean to send me this?'
. Thank God, or I would not have known)

Oh that has made me laugh. Poor Riven probably pondering if she should ask you or not, thinking 'my that Pag is forward, seemed such a nice lady on MN'

Imagine if she'd said, Oh, thanks very much, spread 'em.

haha!

I bet you are pleased your name is not Natasha Pag, may have been trickier to explain.

Yes, bet playground mum was secretly disappointed...

Regarding fiddles. A little boy of my acquaintance told me that bows are only made from male horse's tails because mares pee on their own tails when weeing (we've all had the problem, I know I have). And no-one wants a pee-stained bow.

Just the sort of useful info a 7 year old can impart

As you were

arf

I am eternally indebted to Riven for that 'erm..' post.
Can you imagine the next PTA.
'hello Pag - or should I call you Natasha [stage wink]'
I would have been all clueless yet childishly keen to join in the joke...
'oh yes, you can call me Natasha if you like. If I can call you Bob'

all we would have needed was some kind of Parson and a request for further refreshments and I would have been in a fruity farce.
God forbid anyone started talking about mares peeing on your fiddle...