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What a prickly predickament.
ROTFLMAO!Hey... I wonder if that's what Cheney has in his pants? That would explain why he's just a miserable ol' fart!(P.S. My word verification is "I Wax." Hm....)
Are you pregnant?
I'm trying to think of a good comment, and all I can think of is ouch...
What did dil do with that cactus?I say let it live.
Gives new meaning to pushing the boundaries of S&M...
Sid, funny. You remind me of Dart's post yesterday on the same cactus. (He posted first)..JMK, funny stuff. Cheney probably WISHES he had something like that in his pants. Sigh.Larry, if you don't get it, I can't really help you.Cele, ouch is right!BR, I have decided to let it live, THRIVE even. Next year when it's two inches longer, I'll post again. I will probably refrain from feeding it Miracle Gro, though.Hm-uk, that is pushing a few boundaries. Interesting thought, though.
I personally would never have a cactus in my house. I was told a story one time and someone who bought a cactus from Gainan's, a local flower shop. After getting it home, they noticed that it moved in order to get into the sunlight. They really thought that they were imagining things, so they moved it, and it did it again. Well, needlesstosay, they were completely confused, so they called the flower shop. After explaining what was happening with the cactus, the flower shop employee, told them to put the phone down and take the cactuc outside. The confused customer asked, "Why?" The employee told the person just to do it. Totally confused, they did as they were told and put down the phone and took the cactus outside. Just after they took it outside, the cactus exploded!!! Yep, exploded!! It was pure luck that the customer found someone at the flower shop from the southwest, and the employee knew what the problem with the cactus was. Come to find out, the cactus was filled with baby tarantulas. The whole neighborhood had to be fumigated. Story makes you want to run out and buy a cactus, doesn't it!! Is your skin crawling yet???
Yea, I LOVE urban myths about exploding plants with nasty beasties inside!http://www.snopes.com/horrors/insects/cactus.asp
SMLNo wonder you left the Church.You are an evil woman, with such a dirty mind!!! You remind me of myself.Truth is, when one does engage in relations with a prickly organic object like the one pictured, it does leave some thorns behind.But how do we know we're alive if we don't feel pain.Best to you,Henry James
Henry James!! So good to have you over here, calling me EVIL. Ha!I've been missing our chats over on Otterson. I even read most of the second to last thread....but didnt' get thru it enough to comment. Now I need to catch up on the most recent one. I've missed you, my friend.
SMLI have been checking Otterson every day to see if you are still out there.Then I got it through my thick skull that I could come to your site.Since you will be one of my future plural wives if i get to the celestial kingdom, we have to keep in touch.Phaedrus just posted a BRILLIANT demolition of Un-Intelligent Design on Otterson's Heaven section. Take a look at just that if you get a chance.
PSJoseph Smith took other men's wives to be among his own plural wives, didn't he?so why shouldn't i be able to do the same.Follow the Prophet, is my motto.
O Henry, my Henry. You make me smile. Since when does Phaedrus write anything less than brilliant??
Me so horny.
OMG! You crack me up!Ahhhh, I've missed you guys!MWAH!
Out with the prickly phallic cactus dilemma, in with a new post!I'm a nag, eh?
That thing looks dangerous. ;)
Gawd, Lisa, just despine the thing! It'll do in a pinch.
There is a fine line between pain and pleasure. Well, maybe in this case there is NOT. Good work SML, you got 20 people to reply to this post.
Oh, My God!! I'm having flashbacks! I HAVE HAD INTIMATE RELATIONS WITH A CACTUS EXACTLY LIKE THE ONE PICTURED!!!It went something like this. I was 7 years old, visiting my cousins at my grandmother's house in Arizona. Being a typical know-it-all child, I saw no wisdom at all in my grandmother's admonitions to stop rough-housing on the porch. Eventually, the physical nature of our shenanigans escalated to a full-on wrestle-fest. I still don't know exactly how it happened, but suddenly I found myself airborne, flying off the porch, ass first into grandma's cactus garden. Mom still has pictures of my chubby little ass looking very much like a bizarre blow fish... Thanks for the memories...?I'm very much enjoying your blog...
Thanks for all the support of my cactus, everyone! I have decided to LET THERE BE LIFE! Ha!
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