KILL!!!!!!!!

MAIM!!!!!!!

DESTROY!!!!

GAWD i fucking HATE bitches.

so i'm hanging at the shop this morning, when ma girl K txts me. she wants to stop by n see the shop. so she comes over, and ooh's and ahh's over everything. we're sitting at the parts counter chatting, discussing her idea for a tattoo, when i mention i *still* need to go get my nipple re-pierced. she looks at the clock and says, "Lets go!"

dum says take off and off we go. my man bo is there, and he starts setting up as him and K discuss her tatt. after he pulls the drapes closed, i pull off ma bra and the first thing outta K's mouth is, "did your tits get bigger?!?" hehehehehe
(i won't discuss how exactly she knew the size of ma breasts)

so she watches as bo makes quick work of shoving a needle throu my flesh. K is more traumatized than i am! lol...it was too funny. hell, she was still shaking after we left.

i'm going next tuesday to hold her hand while she get's her tatt.

and i'll post some pics later

how well you have taught me, fellow NN'ers. Especially my friends who frequent the forums. Tho I don't often post there, I do *ahem* browse them...

I consider it a testament to your fine teachings, that the first time I post on a forum on a different site....It get's locked, right after wards. =D While I'm sad I didn't get to actively become a troll in that thread.. I was well on my way, as I'm sure you'll see.

A bit of back story: In June/July, Dummy went to a "track day" at our local raceway. He didn't race, but went to see friends. While there, he didn't find a certain lady he wanted to see, so he found his way to the raceway kitchens. Peeking in, he asked, "Hey! Have ya'll seen the broad that drives the crash truck?" The 5 broads in there, took umbrage to the word.. dunno why. They asked for clarification. He replys..."You know, the broad... with the tits."

They replied with something to the effect of "You need to get out of here."

Fast forward to a few days ago. Someone posted a thread in this racing forum, asking about Dum's new shop. The broad who was there was immediately up in arms, and of course...as in all good forums, everyone jumps in doing everything from trash talking his education, to his mechanical skills.

Ya'll know I put up with alot, especially when you know who I'm marrying. But, no. Fuck you cunts.. this ain't flying. So I create an account.. and post my reply.

Skirt (as I call her, and you'll know why) posted her reply, then promptly locked the thread.

...dammit...

For this fun and fabulous adventure of mine outside NN forums, please see here:
[url]http://www.stlar.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=19000[/url]


UPDATE: THE broad? the broad wif the tits? replyed to Dum's FB message to her about the drama...here's excerpts from her reply..
"You're kidding?! lol! no, I hadn't heard anything. is it still going on after all this time? I've heard you use that term before and know its not an insult. you should've said somethng sooner. the women do know me thru the club, but they don't know me well. I would've called you something right back. lol!

you've always been one of my favorites because of your attitude, if there's anything I can do to clear this up let me know.

I'm sorry I missed ya!! we could've cleared it up right then."

I can't wait for the next meeting....

it's a vaska blog..

c'mON people! i have the cutest puppy alive that's ever called a human woman, momma. =D

she's 98.9% perfect.

a slight habit of wanting to chew on everything in site...when she's hyper (soooooooo....70% of the time, the other 20% she's sleeping, and 10% she's eating)

and... we've been putting her in her kennel around 10pm. the first night, she slept throu the whole time. night before and last night? she's up at 3am, howling, barking, crying and generally doing her dead level best to wake up the dead. we have to let her out, but by this time..she's woken up rayce in HIS kennel.. so we have to let him out too. they go outside, do their business, come back in... and neither will go back into their kennel. so they climb in bed with us, and.. for those that remember...this is now a full (not a queen, nor a king) size bed. that contains one each of the following.. a 160lb man, a 100 lb woman, an 80 lb male pup, and a 20 lb female pup. in my mind that's 360 lbs of flesh crowded in a bed made for....ohhhh...175?

so tonight..it's now after 10pm. rayce and vaska are wide awake and playing/wrestling/chasing....i'm hoping this can last for at least another hour...or longer. maybe i'll allow a short nap for the both of them..

wish me luck

yep. we somehow have yet another dog. she's precious, she's adorable, she's...deffo a momma's girl.

she's a weimaraner, 12 weeks old (and already 20 lbs) we've named her vaska.

before we signed the papers, i was texting digoree, wanting someone to say "DO IT!" she came throu..lol... so now i'm sitting here with a very sleepy puppy, her lil belly round and full from breakfast.. gawd, i'm in love!!





that second picture? is how she made me fall in love with her. while we were petting and loving on her at the petstore, she curled up in my lap, and proceeded to fall asleep. she snores. =D

fallout to date:

the inside walls of your vagina feel normal





lmfaooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

me and dum engaged in some stress relief...


it was fast...and hard....and noisy....

very wild...and OMG so crazy!!





that's right....

















we went go-carting! =D



what'd ya think we did? feckin pervs...

i just have to giggle...

work in the bike shop for ma 4.5 hours.. then go to the bakery.. check orders...SWEET! only 2!! nevermind the 20 cakes i cut and iced yesterday, for "generics". i'm figuring a 7 hour day...yay!!

here comes one walk in order.....and another.....and another..alllllllllllll dayyyyyyyy! at 9 i'm working on the last order, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel..

at 15 after 9...a clerk brings ANOTHER order for tomorrow morning! WTF?!?!?!? seriously....HOW do you forget ya pushed a watermelon out your vag 4 years ago?!? seriously...i can remember the dump i took 10 years ago that HURT!

anyway...i finished all the orders... cleaned up... and drove home.

spent the next two hours sitting in my car listening to Loveline...the radio show of Dr. Drew and now Psycho Mike.

i remember years ago, me and ma ex-Mr. would lay in bed in california listening to Dr. Drew and Adam... that was like a nightly addiction...

But, i'd trade everything in the world to be laying in bed, listening to the show with ma dum... i know his comments would be more funny than any others on the show....

nothing new really going on. **shrug** work, shop, work, sleep, work. that type of thing.

one cool thing, me n dum decided to give up my sleeve (for now) and our honeymoon, so we can get our teeth fixed before the wedding.

if we can get over our irrational fear of dentists, we'll have us some million dollar smiles when we say "i do"

yes. mark it on your calendars..

kricket got laid by dummy!! DURING shop hours!! (well, he did turn the sign to closed)

oh my...and ma legs are still wobbly....