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Naughty
"Miss Behaving"
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Jen , 45/Female
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Last login: | over 3 weeks ago |
Local time: | 2:38 PM |
Join date: | 17 years, 7 days ago |
Location: | Ruse New South Wales Australia
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"Merry Christmas" |
About me:
I am who I am.
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About you:
Are you who you are
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Looking for: | Friendship and dating |
Orientation: | Straight
| Herds: | wolfssssssss, .., Pump more points, fIvEs, Danas5/30, Fantasy thumb!, krazzie tens, Little Pigs thumbs, ♥Hot Pierced Chicka 5/10♥ |
Nervous
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"bunny hunter"
310526 pts
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Jen's tales
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Email me if you want to keep in contact i wont be on much as it is not on fact book anymore :D
Jen "Miss Behaving" Naughty
- 15 years, 9 months, 9 days ago
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sorry all i have not been on as much
Jen "Miss Behaving" Naughty
- 15 years, 9 months, 13 days ago
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A poem about life (well not really a poem) I woke up one morning thinking about life. I wondered if it was like hangover, sometimes it called twice. You know, after a bar night you wake up at noon, you lift your head up carefully…hmm, no headache…I´m actually feeling pretty good and I am starving…so you head up to the kitchen whistling…you make bacon and eggs and toast and eat it with a good appetite and then the doorbell rings and you walk to the door with a smile in your face…blim blom…hello it´s me, your personal hangover…I´m sorry that I´m late but this has been a busy morning…so let´s see, last night you had 6 beers, 4 tequilas, 3 sex on the beach and even whiskey…oh man…so that makes a helluva hangover about until six o`clock in the evening…and again sorry about being late…have a nice day :) You walk to the sofa…slowly, whining, holding your head…it feels like you are about to die…never, never, never again will I drink alcohol…ten minutes later the door bell rings again…blim blom…oh hello, it´s me again, says the hangover, sorry but forgot to ask…so about same time next Sunday…you sigh, and say yes. Or maybe it is like a fairytale…you know princes and dragons and knights…those guys running around in tights, with swords and horse and lace in their clothes…looking dashingly handsome in all that metal and lace…climbing up the horse…cling clang glong…waving to you, cling clang glong…riding to the sunset…cling clang ding dong. Or maybe it´s like a dream…and by that time I got so tired of all that thinking that I fell a sleep and dreamt about fairies and unicorns…or was it a dream?
Jen "Miss Behaving" Naughty
- 16 years, 3 months, 27 days ago
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A Professor was giving a lecture on 'Involuntary Muscular Contractions' to his first year medical students. Realising that this was not the most riveting subject, the Professor decided to lighten the mood slightly. He pointed to a young woman in the front row and said, 'Do you know what your arse-hole is doing while you're having an orgasm?' She replied, 'Probably fishing and drinking beer with his mates.' The professor laughed so much he could not continue with the lecture !!!
Jen "Miss Behaving" Naughty
- 16 years, 3 months, 29 days ago
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A husband and wife had four boys. The odd part of it was that the older three had red hair, light skin, and were tall, while the youngest son had black hair, dark eyes, and was short. The father eventually took ill and was lying on his deathbed when he turned to his wife and said, "Honey, before I die, be totally honest with me - is our youngest son my child?" The wife replied, "I swear on everything that's holy that he is your son." With that the husband passed away. The wife then muttered, "Thank God he didn't ask about the other three."
Jen "Miss Behaving" Naughty
- 16 years, 7 months, 22 days ago
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