Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of a pair of vixens
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Divas
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
- William Ernest Henley, Invictus, adapted
Well, okay, I winced. And cried aloud. And begged. And pleaded.
It was great.
-- Hulles
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10 points for general entertainment. (The Russian judge wanted to give you a six, but I backhanded her and sent her to wax the caterpillar giving birth on her upper lip.)
There once was a Hulles from Nantucket...
Kristen, thanks for the 10, and thanks more for the violent suppression of dissenting opinions in this matter. A good backhand is worth a thousand words, I've always said.
cK, don't finish it, please...
Sounds kinky. ;)
Hiya, T., nice to see you! As far as kinky, you should read the previous post and the comments on the post before that. There are naughty naughty girls out there.
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