☆☆☆☆☆ ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY FERNANDO!!! ~ ☆☆☆☆☆

have a good one nando

;)

Now that I'm awake, I have a reputation to uphold. I must go forth and find how many ways I can embarrass myself. Onward through the fog on a rollercoaster!

What do you give a Spanish, Jewish, Mexican American for his birthday?

I don't know. If I find a recording of a flamenco master playing a klezmer version of Himno Nacional Mexicano, I'll cajole maggiesboy into schlepping it book rate.

A rare recording of Happy Birthday done by the Beatles.

Free Democracy

I thought maybe the Greek subtitled version. How are they toniD?

I sure am happy to have gotten to know ya' better over the past several months.

(LOLZ: "Inappropriate shoe wear...")

Jeebus, was that only January? Holy cats.

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I just got back from District 9.

The Martians are right. LOve is universal! Lose the guns and grow more flowers.

YOU GOT TO BE WITH MARVIN THE MARTIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THAT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!

http://www.gargaro.com/MaRvInWaVs/new.wav

http://www.gargaro.com/marvinsounds.html

...
I did go to Spain
With my gruesome pain
There in Geogina Vianini
I met Feranando Bastil
He walked up to me
And stuck a sunflower behind my ear
He looked so tasteful he could've been an heir
With one missed step, I fell into his arms

...

Marvin couldn't understand my gibberish so he/she/it got scared and tried to cut the oxygen from my head. Finally he/she/it realized I was already brain dead and was wasting his/her/it time. Then we just chilled out and had lots o laughs.

kaboom

...
Sie war lang die Nacht, Fernando,
denn sie hatte viel zu sagen in dem Schutz der Dunkelheit.
Eine bange Nacht, Fernando,
denn sie hatte was zu wagen und nur bis zum Morgen Zeit.
Und sie ließ die Wellen schlagen
an die Ufer der lnteressenlosigkeit.
...

HAHAHA :)

-Then we just chilled out and had lots o laughs.-

Science Of Sound Vibrations on Matter

do with the building of the pyramids...

http://bestradioyouhaveneverheard.com/podcasts/media/titties_and_beer.mp...

http://www.nakedwithsockson.com/2009/05/20/dirty-pillow-talk/

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http://www.nakedwithsockson.com/
The iPod Vibrator (The Best Invention Ever or Epic Fail?)

whatever..

I have a roller derby clinic this weekend...both days...so I am blogging the hell out of this place tonight...

World Science Festival 2009: Bobby McFerrin Demonstrates the Power of the Pentatonic Scale

liquor-woman

I hadn’t seen her in years and if it were up to me, it would have stayed that way. Fate, however, had other plans.

Of all the clubs, in all the cities, in all the world, she walked into mine. I saw her as soon as she sauntered through the door, wearing those damn red heels I love and a form-fitting black dress that stuck to her hourglass shape like a label.

“Who the hell invited her,” I thought to myself.

Truthfully, it didn’t matter. She was here now and there was nothing I could do about it.

Her name was Remy. She and I had an on and off relationship for a few years. We always had a good time together but she was bad for me. Real bad.

When Remy got in my system, wasn’t no telling what kind of trouble we’d get into. I always found myself doing things out of my character when in her presence but the sex was amazing and kept me coming back. She was my addiction and I finally kicked the habit.

She was out of my life and I was better for it, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss her.

Remy was a big part of my life. Back when I was hitting any and every party, she was always by my side. We’d club hop until the wee hours of the night and ravage each other’s bodies before we even got home.

I can only imagine how many cabbies witnessed her sucking me off in the backseat of their cab or listened to her moan while I finger fucked her. This became our ritual. Remy stopped wearing panties altogether so nothing could impede my curious fingers from exploring her throbbing clit as we crossed the bridge back into Brooklyn.

All these memories flooded my mind as soon as I saw her.

She looked good. Real good.

But I knew she was bad. Real bad.

Still, I indulged her.

Our eyes had locked across the room a while ago, and she finally made her way through the sea of people towards me.

Keep your cool, man, keep your cool.

She arrived at my section and I extended my arms to welcome her into my embrace.

She smelled amazing.

I didn’t stand a chance.

We exchanged pleasantries and kept things PC, but then came the million-dollar question: “So, what are you drinking?”

“Just pineapple and orange juice,” I replied.

“And…,” she asked, inquisitively.

“Nothing, I’m keeping it light tonight.”

Remy had other ideas.

She ordered round after round and it wasn’t long before we hit the dance floor. We slow grinded to “Murder She Wrote” and she had me hooked.

I palmed her ass in a darkened corner of the club and she liked it.

I pulled on her hair in front of the bathroom and she wanted more.

She kissed me and I dropped my drink on the floor. I didn’t even care, I was all into Remy.

We danced as if we had the club to ourselves. My hands found a familiar place at the small of her back and worked their way down to her ass. I quickly discovered that some things never change.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

Remy looked up at me with this seductive gaze, before leaning up to my ear and whispering, “Do you miss me?”

The question alone made me hard, but I wanted to be good. I wanted to say no, but Remy discreetly grabbed my dick and had her answer.

She kissed me again. Deeply. Passionately. Intently.

I did miss her, but right now I wanted her.

It wasn’t long before we were exiting the club and hailing a cab back to my place.

It was just like old times. My rock hard dick was Remy’s plaything. She sucked me off from the Chelsea to Crown Heights, while our audience of one listened intently from the front seat. When we arrived at our destination and I tossed the cabbie $40 for his troubles.

Remy and I clawed at each other’s clothes all the way up the front steps. By time I got the key into the lock I could barely contain myself and pressed her against my hallway wall. I hiked up her dress and dropped down to my knees so I could taste her love.

She was sweet.

Welcoming.

Amazing.

Although every part of my being knew this was a mistake, I was too weak to resist Remy so I fucked her.

I fucked her for old times sake. I fucked her because she looked good. I fucked her because she wanted me to. I fucked her because I wanted to. I fucked her because I could.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized how fucked up I was as I woke up alone with an empty bottle of Remy by my side.

Fin!

Have you ever had a lover you knew was wrong for you but you just couldn’t resist? Have you ever made out in a crowded club or room full of people? If so, did the audience turn you on? Would you take an old lover up on their offer for one last night together with no strings attached? Why or why not? Do you think sex is better or worse when you’re drunk?

Speak your piece…

hangover

Guess I gotta go..xoxo

I hope your birthday wishes come true.

♪♫♥∞♥∞♪♫

...birthday, Fernando.

The only thing that was painful was riding the Texas Giant. I'm trying to move around today and it's going to take some time. I'm feeling my age today. It feels like I'm a well worn punching bag at a slum gym.

I'll spend the day trying to put myself back together.

you, or your nic at least, said you liked linkin park, was that you? just curious.

~`ordinary's just not good enough today - olp`~
Jamesbenet

I was going to send a certain pix, butt {;)} Alice beat me to "it", ;D, so I send this one for Birthday WeekEnd Cheer. :D

;) Cheers

Alice, I would like to ask you your opinions upon raising young ex-feral mothers? :)

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Oops..Wrong thread,bro..

sohbet (or whatever..)
Submitted by Alice on Sat, 08/22/2009 - 1:17am
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How many miles is it between Chelsea to Crown Heights,anyways ? ;)

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...Belated Birthday Wishes! I am glad you were born and look forward to the pleasure and benefit of your company for a very long, long time.

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