Interior Decoration

If you ever wanted to design a restroom in a way that you could be absolutely sure your wife would go in and not come out, put a computer online in there and link it to the home page of every online shopping mall in the world..

If you wanted your wife to go in the bathroom and never come out, why did you get married in the first place?? ~~~ Kathy

"The Flavored Coffee Guy" wrote in message news:[email]...

On Mon, 25 Jul 2005 14:33:10 -0400, "Kathy" wrote:

More logically what woman would want to marry a loon like TFCG in the first place.

Well,

Actually, I've been talking to a few women through time, and they've been answering me. I've actually held several conversations. But, they're all in pornos, doing naughty things that would have any normal person feeling ashamed.

I need a woman who'll have my orgasms, but they've been taking advantage of me and getting what I call the thinkies. That's where they lay down at night and think about sex. Then, they act like I don't even exist. So, I did something profound, disgusting, and wierd by thinking to women doing wierd things.

Well, if you ever see a porno, and the lady says, "Don't delete me.", or another sample clip and she says, "I know the city, and the state." or maybe, "I wanna take him home." Then you'll know, I've been there. But, you won't see me, I'm psychic. I told them what to say because, I fully intended on embarrassing a few women.

Amidst all that jibberish, I think what you're trying to say is that you don't have the "right stuff" to do the job well enough for your woman to have "your orgasms" -- whatever the heck that's suppose to mean. Do you want her to have your orgasm for YOU, or you to provide her with HER orgasm? If they're lying in bed thinking about sex and acting like you don't exist, then you probably don't, in her mind. You're a non-entity who has a tiny little pecker and having sex with you would be like having sex with a Ken doll. No wonder she left your pathetic little ass. ~~~ Kathy

"The Flavored Coffee Guy" wrote in message news:[email]...

I like when they have both. Like the girl I was dating in 1991. I kissed her, and when she discovered it, she almost raped me, and at the same time she thought that if I noticed what was missing, I might kick her ass. So, right after the first kiss, she reached around to grab the phone behind her, dialed 911 and had herself committed.

Then there's the psychiatrist who tried some, and in my book it was good. It all started when she took my bloodpressure. I offered her the best of both worlds. About a week later she showed up in a bar I was in. She drank a whole pitcher of beer, and then started looking rather depressed. So, I walked over and asked her if she was doing alright. She told me that she'd locked her keys in the car, and her husband wouldn't drive out to get her because of the snow and ice. So, I offered to let her stay at my place. We shared a few more drinks, and walked to my appartment. Once inside, I told her she could sleep in the bed, and that I was going to stay awake and read. I didn't have a regular sleep schedule, and figured that would be the right thing to do. Then she started whining, "I can't sleep. I'm a married woman. Come in here and just lay down with me. I can't sleep without a man." I told her that I didn't think that it would be right, and she told me to keep my clothes on and just lay down. It was about noon when I woke up and about an hour later before I seen any sign of life beyond her breathing. Then she lectured me on what good therapy was, and how men needed woman like cars need gas. At that point, I recognized that she was a psychiatrist, and I really hated the drugs. When I really thought about it, I was really depressed. I believed it would be nice to maybe stop wishing I was dead so often, and maybe quit asking God, to kill me. Then I thought about it again, and she didn't look that bad either. So, we had sex, she had my first orgasm, and it was great. Then she wanted do it again and go for two in a row. Then she tried to give me hers at the same time, and when I looked down at myself, I had tits. Then when I looked up, I saw myself, and it was right after I had just woke up, and she was me when she saw me. In one thought we both thought the same thing as we looked into each other's eyes, "I look like shit." She quit her job, she hit the bottle, and for three months was bent on some kind of vow of silence, as if she become the nun that'd fuck me. I wouldn't take adavantage of an invaled, or mute, or retard, and I was kinda afraid that the sex we had may have caused her some form of brain dammage. But, after three months of her visits, sitting down and having coffee, but not saying anything, plopping down on my bed and kicking off her shoes, and not one time did I not tell her that I wouldn't take advantage of a woman for whatever problem there may have been, although, I knew it was career oriented guilt, didn't change my mind. I wouldn't take advantage of anyone no matter what they wanted if they were incapable of verbal communications, even if I know what they want. So, at the end of the three month long ordeal of her vow of silence, she finally came out and talked to me like the person I first met. She told me she didn't think we should see eachother anymore, and lectured me.

Then there's another woman but, all we did was think, and she had herself committed when I went out with another woman.

Kathy,

Why don't you watch Court TV, or go to their web site and check out Psychic Detectives and pick on some-one who sees dead people?

My equipment works.

Apparently, not very well from the attitude you have toward women. Your equipment may work, but there's not enough there to matter. ~~~ Kathy

"The Flavored Coffee Guy" wrote in message news:[email]...

I wasn't about to give you any, so if you noticed anything at all, it was probably your cat.

On 1 Aug 2005 23:54:27 -0700, "The Flavored Coffee Guy" wrote:

Isn't the Atlantic a wonderful thing.

Her cat is dark grey, and wears a little red bandanna around it's neck.

On 3 Aug 2005 10:31:17 -0700, "The Flavored Coffee Guy" wrote:

Cucumbers may be curved, but not in Brussels.