Stable Boy

Carol

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May 8, 2003, 3:00:14 PM5/8/03

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Randog wrote...

snipped....

> But RanDog is ready and willin'
> To give Carol's cisterns a fillin'.
> As long as I see
> The room's Travis-free,
> Katy, bar the door! Let's get to drillin'!
>
> Ran-pound-'er-Dog (still lobbying for a stall in Carol's boy-toy stable)

I'm sure that there's plenty of room,
In my stable, come grab this broom,
You'll need a new bed,
Of straw for your head,
'Twas once the paddock of Khartoum.

Carol ;-)

Randog

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May 8, 2003, 7:00:53 PM5/8/03

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Sounding as sweet as always, Carol gives us a glimpse of her dark side:

> I'm sure that there's plenty of room,
> In my stable, come grab this broom,
> You'll need a new bed,
> Of straw for your head,
> 'Twas once the paddock of Khartoum.
>
> Carol ;-)

Dear Carol,

Khartoum's head bloodied sheets and I hate
To think mine might have the same fate.
I want your cannoli
But fear Corleone.
These thoughts caused my Don to deflate.

Ran-tail-between-his-legs-Dog

Carol

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May 8, 2003, 9:23:24 PM5/8/03

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Randog, running scared, wrote..

Oh Randog I'd hoped you were tougher,
Don't worry I'll not make you suffer,
Khartoum's sorry fate.
Let me re inflate,
Your Don here atop this straw buffer.

Carol ;-)

Randog

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May 9, 2003, 4:56:51 PM5/9/03

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After spewing forth veiled threats, Carol turns a 180 and cloaks
herself as the comforter:

> Randog, running scared, wrote..
<snip>

> >
> > Dear Carol,
> >
> > Khartoum's head bloodied sheets and I hate
> > To think mine might have the same fate.
> > I want your cannoli
> > But fear Corleone.
> > These thoughts caused my Don to deflate.
> >
> > Ran-tail-between-his-legs-Dog
>
> Oh Randog I'd hoped you were tougher,
> Don't worry I'll not make you suffer,
> Khartoum's sorry fate.
> Let me re inflate,
> Your Don here atop this straw buffer.
>
> Carol ;-)

You'll need dozens of bales of hay
To brace that blue-veined beef fillet.
It needs re-inflation
Not brute amputation.
That stall's not a Sis Chris buffet...

Is it?

Ran-still-requiring-more-reassurance-Dog

Sister Christina

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May 10, 2003, 12:34:57 PM5/10/03

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"Randog" wrote:
> After spewing forth veiled threats, Carol turns a 180 and cloaks
> herself as the comforter:

> > Oh Randog I'd hoped you were tougher,
> > Don't worry I'll not make you suffer,
> > Khartoum's sorry fate.
> > Let me re inflate,
> > Your Don here atop this straw buffer.
> >
> > Carol ;-)
>
> You'll need dozens of bales of hay
> To brace that blue-veined beef fillet.
> It needs re-inflation
> Not brute amputation.
> That stall's not a Sis Chris buffet...
>
> Is it?
>
> Ran-still-requiring-more-reassurance-Dog

Did someone allude to fillet...?
The kind that quite oft' gets away?
And for which I unsheathe?
That gets stuck in my teeth?
And makes me walk funny all day?

Sister Christina (sensing a new victim--er-- convert... bless you, my
boy...)

Carol

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May 11, 2003, 2:53:10 PM5/11/03

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Randog, getting spooked, wrote..

There aren't any nuns around here,
No priests or friars will appear,
To get in our way.
But you'll want to pray,
Once I get my tongue on your spear.

Carol ;-)

Randog

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May 13, 2003, 5:59:40 AM5/13/03

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With her long legs and velvet tongue, Carol persuades me:

> > You'll need dozens of bales of hay
> > To brace that blue-veined beef fillet.
> > It needs re-inflation
> > Not brute amputation.
> > That stall's not a Sis Chris buffet...
> >
> > Is it?
> >
> > Ran-still-requiring-more-reassurance-Dog
>
> There aren't any nuns around here,
> No priests or friars will appear,
> To get in our way.
> But you'll want to pray,
> Once I get my tongue on your spear.
>
> Carol ;-)

I pray that you're telling the truth
'Bout the absence of Chris's sharp tooth.
She'd make my meat holy.
You cum like Stromboli.
I'll drink your hot flow like vermouth.

RanDog

Ref: http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=stromboli

Carol

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May 13, 2003, 7:44:23 PM5/13/03

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Randog, promising hot lava flows, wrote...

> With her long legs and velvet tongue, Carol persuades me:

> > There aren't any nuns around here,

> > No priests or friars will appear,
> > To get in our way.
> > But you'll want to pray,
> > Once I get my tongue on your spear.
> >
> > Carol ;-)
>
> I pray that you're telling the truth
> 'Bout the absence of Chris's sharp tooth.
> She'd make my meat holy.
> You cum like Stromboli.
> I'll drink your hot flow like vermouth.
>
> RanDog

Now RanDog to you I won't lie,
Once I get you kissin' my thigh..
I'd lick you and suck you,
And maybe I'd fuck you'
Then pray 'cause you might want to die.

Carol ;-)

Randog

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May 14, 2003, 1:30:39 AM5/14/03

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Abandoning all restraint, Carol gets euphemistic and allays my fears at last:

> > I pray that you're telling the truth
> > 'Bout the absence of Chris's sharp tooth.
> > She'd make my meat holy.
> > You cum like Stromboli.
> > I'll drink your hot flow like vermouth.
> >
> > RanDog
>
> Now RanDog to you I won't lie,
> Once I get you kissin' my thigh..
> I'd lick you and suck you,
> And maybe I'd fuck you'
> Then pray 'cause you might want to die.
>
> Carol ;-)

"To die" is a great euphemism.
It signals release of my jism.
I pray that I'll perish
And always I'll cherish
Your poem that stayed my skepticism.

Ran-ready-to-do-the-dirty-deed-Dog

Carol

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May 14, 2003, 6:21:47 PM5/14/03

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Randog, feeling better, wrote...

Now you're free of sexual dis ease,
No longer will I have to tease.
It's time to proceed,
With the dirty deed,
I'll savor you with expertise.

so..

RanDog and Carol went to bed,
Where he received plenty of head,
And he filled her night,
With hours of delight,
Will this be the end of the thread?

Carol ;-)

Randog

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May 15, 2003, 11:16:11 PM5/15/03

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After surrendering to the longest, hottest release of my life, I
joined Carol in a world where I've never been:

> Now you're free of sexual dis ease,
> No longer will I have to tease.
> It's time to proceed,
> With the dirty deed,
> I'll savor you with expertise.
>
> so..
>
> RanDog and Carol went to bed,
> Where he received plenty of head,
> And he filled her night,
> With hours of delight,
> Will this be the end of the thread?
>
> Carol ;-)

I've died and to heaven I've gone.
You slaked ev'ry need, dusk to dawn.
Let's put this to bed;
It was a good thread.
Lots more in the future we'll spawn.

Goin2later

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May 16, 2003, 2:02:44 AM5/16/03

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"Randog" wrote ...

I debate with myself should I duck,
This subject or wade through the muck.
And raise a big stink,
When I say that I think.
That there was a pure pity fuck.

--
Goin2

Randog

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May 16, 2003, 5:33:03 AM5/16/03

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Goin2later ejaculated this pasty nugget:

> > I've died and to heaven I've gone.
> > You slaked ev'ry need, dusk to dawn.
> > Let's put this to bed;
> > It was a good thread.
> > Lots more in the future we'll spawn.
>
> I debate with myself should I duck,
> This subject or wade through the muck.
> And raise a big stink,
> When I say that I think.
> That there was a pure pity fuck.

A sympathy fuck, so you say?
It felt really good anyway.
The point is I got some
While you wanked away, scum.
Hey Carol! Please come out and play.

Randog

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May 17, 2003, 7:01:19 PM5/17/03

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With the decency to point out a grave error on my part, Travis ejaculated:

> >> I debate with myself should I duck,
> >> This subject or wade through the muck.
> >> And raise a big stink,
> >> When I say that I think.
> >> That there was a pure pity fuck.
> >>

> >> Goin2later

> >
> > A sympathy fuck, so you say?
> > It felt really good anyway.
> > The point is I got some
> > While you wanked away, scum.
> > Hey Carol! Please come out and play.
> >

> > RanDog
>
> Our G2's not "scum," hag nor skank!
> She stands before mirrors to thank
> The gods for her tits
> And, down where she sits,
> That she has no wicket to wank!
>
> In AJL G2's amongst
> The cutest of gals who have flungst
> Themselves on their backs
> To spread their pink cracks
> For geezers, like me, who are hungst!
>
> Travis

Trav, thank you for setting me straight
Before dear G2 gets irate.
My big gender-bender
May really offend 'er.
A gal I'm not pleased to berate.

RanDog