Whar is she looking? Whar?

In college, we called that a missed opportunity.

Ms. Cookie Monster should consider herself very lucky!

26 year old woman in my bed? Normally you pay extra for that.

Well she's just adorable! They should have made her tea, baked new cookies, then had some snuggles and HOT*HOT*HOT*All-Girl-Threeway and then when Mr. Birtch came home he could have given her his Manlove and then they'd all put her in the tub and bath her before putting her to bed. Oh she'd start out in fluffy warm flannel jammies but then in the night she'd wake to go to the bathroom and get a snack. She'd encounter the muscular son, home from college where he's on soccer scholarship, and they'd go at it on the kitchen counter and floor. His girlfriend would awaken to find him enjoined in sexual congress with this cookie waif and burst into tears. Mr. & Mrs. Birtch would then console her, taking her into their bed, now the lover of the whole Birtch family.

In the morning they'd all meet at the table where Ms. Haithcock would have made them a delicious breakfast of eggs and toast and they'd all have a laugh over it. Of course, after breakfast they'd bake some more cookies and, well, that always leads to one of the girls bent over the sofa while her lover takes her from behind.

All over a cookie-jar. Isn't it wonderful?

Speaking of Sesame Street, she's no Ernie, either. Although she did take a cue from Bert and avoided eating cookies in her own bed.

/that itching?
//it ain't crumbs in your pajamas

Different states, different colleges

I was expecting a meth head but she's not terrible looking.

Considering the "winners" we get when it's a guy doing this sort of thing, I'm surprised at how ungrotesque this lady is.

Depending on her expression she looks about "average", not "hitting bottom drug addict".

2wolves: fappomatic: In college, we called that a missed opportunity.

In college I called that rape.

You never said the safe word. I thought you were into it. My bad.

Mazzic518: [www.fbastard.com image 640x478] She likes mini-golf too

Pretty cute actually.

Did it feel like somebody was watching her?

She looks waaaay to much like my ex-wife (body is a little fatter than the ex, though). Because of that, if I found her in my bed, I'm afraid I'd have to shoot her.

2wolves: fappomatic: In college, we called that a missed opportunity.

In college I called that rape.

Yeah, folks have lost all sense of ha-ha. I remember a MAD magazine take on the goldilocks story way back in the '70's, where the bears come home- as soon as Junior spots the kid in his bed, he quietly comes in, shuts the door and starts stripping off.
Now, you'd have at least 2 dozen Womyn's Take Back the Night groups protesting.

This reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine. He had a little cabin in the woods that was constantly getting broken into. Whoever broke in would vandalize the place, steal his things, and of course eat all his food. He'd call the cops, leave notes, invested in chains and padlocks, all to no avail. This happened three or four times before he got pissed off enough to do something drastic. He baked a few batches of cookies, generously laced with rat poison, and left them in the cabin. As you'd expect, whoever broke in did so again and either ate the cookies or left with them. He's not sure what happened after that, but there were no further break-ins.

So did the sheriff and his buddies show up with their samurai swords when they called law enforcement?

JesusJuice: This reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine. He had a little cabin in the woods that was constantly getting broken into. Whoever broke in would vandalize the place, steal his things, and of course eat all his food. He'd call the cops, leave notes, invested in chains and padlocks, all to no avail. This happened three or four times before he got pissed off enough to do something drastic. He baked a few batches of cookies, generously laced with rat poison, and left them in the cabin. As you'd expect, whoever broke in did so again and either ate the cookies or left with them. He's not sure what happened after that, but there were no further break-ins.

Uh. Wow. If the perpetrator ended up dead, your friend is rather lucky it wasn't traced back to him. People who set up deadly booby traps to avoid break-ins are prosecuted, even when provoked by multiple break-ins.

JohnAnnArbor: JesusJuice: This reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine. He had a little cabin in the woods that was constantly getting broken into. Whoever broke in would vandalize the place, steal his things, and of course eat all his food. He'd call the cops, leave notes, invested in chains and padlocks, all to no avail. This happened three or four times before he got pissed off enough to do something drastic. He baked a few batches of cookies, generously laced with rat poison, and left them in the cabin. As you'd expect, whoever broke in did so again and either ate the cookies or left with them. He's not sure what happened after that, but there were no further break-ins.

Uh. Wow. If the perpetrator ended up dead, your friend is rather lucky it wasn't traced back to him. People who set up deadly booby traps to avoid break-ins are prosecuted, even when provoked by multiple break-ins.

Yeah, that's what I told him. He's one of those people who prefer extreme, instant solutions to less gratifying rational ones.

Regardless, that was years and years ago and no ill has come of it so the story has a happy ending.

My roomate will get drunk, naked and pass out in my bed on occasion. Sometimes she will even sleep walk naked she is entertaining at times.

I think I would have just woke her up and asked if she minded if I joined her. I would make her breakfast in the morning.

AngryJailhouseFistfark: Well she's just adorable! They should have made her tea, baked new cookies, then had some snuggles and HOT*HOT*HOT*All-Girl-Threeway and then when Mr. Birtch came home he could have given her his Manlove and then they'd all put her in the tub and bath her before putting her to bed. Oh she'd start out in fluffy warm flannel jammies but then in the night she'd wake to go to the bathroom and get a snack. She'd encounter the muscular son, home from college where he's on soccer scholarship, and they'd go at it on the kitchen counter and floor. His girlfriend would awaken to find him enjoined in sexual congress with this cookie waif and burst into tears. Mr. & Mrs. Birtch would then console her, taking her into their bed, now the lover of the whole Birtch family.

In the morning they'd all meet at the table where Ms. Haithcock would have made them a delicious breakfast of eggs and toast and they'd all have a laugh over it. Of course, after breakfast they'd bake some more cookies and, well, that always leads to one of the girls bent over the sofa while her lover takes her from behind.

All over a cookie-jar. Isn't it wonderful?

Newsletter, por favor.

who is this butt woman you speak of?

JesusJuice: JohnAnnArbor: JesusJuice: This reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine. He had a little cabin in the woods that was constantly getting broken into. Whoever broke in would vandalize the place, steal his things, and of course eat all his food. He'd call the cops, leave notes, invested in chains and padlocks, all to no avail. This happened three or four times before he got pissed off enough to do something drastic. He baked a few batches of cookies, generously laced with rat poison, and left them in the cabin. As you'd expect, whoever broke in did so again and either ate the cookies or left with them. He's not sure what happened after that, but there were no further break-ins.

Uh. Wow. If the perpetrator ended up dead, your friend is rather lucky it wasn't traced back to him. People who set up deadly booby traps to avoid break-ins are prosecuted, even when provoked by multiple break-ins.

Yeah, that's what I told him. He's one of those people who prefer extreme, instant solutions to less gratifying rational ones.

Regardless, that was years and years ago and no ill has come of it so the story has a happy ending.

Then again, it would be incredibly funny if he'd just laced the cookies with serious sedatives. Then when the perps woke up, in a cellar with a TV monitor and a voice saying "I want to play a game", the looks on the faces would've been priceless...

The people of the town are strange
And they're proud of where they came.
Well, you're talkin' 'bout China Grove, wo, oh, oh...


Say, did the sheriff and his buddies break out the samurai swords after she started kicking?

cynicalbastard: JesusJuice: JohnAnnArbor: JesusJuice: This reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine. He had a little cabin in the woods that was constantly getting broken into. Whoever broke in would vandalize the place, steal his things, and of course eat all his food. He'd call the cops, leave notes, invested in chains and padlocks, all to no avail. This happened three or four times before he got pissed off enough to do something drastic. He baked a few batches of cookies, generously laced with rat poison, and left them in the cabin. As you'd expect, whoever broke in did so again and either ate the cookies or left with them. He's not sure what happened after that, but there were no further break-ins.

Uh. Wow. If the perpetrator ended up dead, your friend is rather lucky it wasn't traced back to him. People who set up deadly booby traps to avoid break-ins are prosecuted, even when provoked by multiple break-ins.

Yeah, that's what I told him. He's one of those people who prefer extreme, instant solutions to less gratifying rational ones.

Regardless, that was years and years ago and no ill has come of it so the story has a happy ending.

Then again, it would be incredibly funny if he'd just laced the cookies with serious sedatives. Then when the perps woke up, in a cellar with a TV monitor and a voice saying "I want to play a game", the looks on the faces would've been priceless...

I think you're right. At least it beats my idea of lacing the cookies with laxatives. The looks on the faces wouldn't be nearly as entertaining.

Hrmm.. that's not far away. I'll be happy to offer her my bed to crash in. And cookies!

Man, she looks like my ex-girlfriend. Crazy, cute and cleaned up nice, and crazy.