KingBAD said:

PURPLE WHO???

The purple dude with the big fish about 'ta slap you upside yo head.

for purplejedi!

all round great guy!

PurpleJ's fish slap list is strong.

How strong? Click the link & look at the bottom of page 8.

http://www.google.com/sea...0gH81YC4Ag

OK, in my second Purplejedi fantasy, he and I are on a boat cruising down the river Rhine on a romantic ghettaway vacation that his company gave to him for free for being the best Walmart greeter in the entire state of South Dakota.

Only, it's 10:00 AM right before our quasi-French Hugenot post-slaughter victory themed brunch, and Purplejedi is upset with me.

"What's the matter, Bumpkin?" I ask him, as he sits across the table sighing deeply and rolling his big brown doe eyes up towards the vinyard laced hills that skirt the river.

"I feel pensive," he says to me. "You were quite saucy with me last night."

(He was upset that I had stuffed 26 benwah balls up his butthole, but we could only retreive 25).

There was a whole serious of fights on board the ship during the brunch, some of which involved missing limbs, broken teeth, and and unfortunate battle between a Frenchman and Bavarian in Liederhosen who had been using bath salts. But, that's really not important to this dream fantasy, so I'll skip it.

Anyways, to make a long story short, we ended tied naked to a pole facing each other, and with our bare bottoms facing outwards, down in the basement with the ship's captain pacing back and forth wearing nothing but leather underwear and heals. He looked a bit like Kenny Rogers dressed as Dr. Frankenfurter, honestly. By this time, we could also hear thunder outside as a storm was brewing--the thunder kept increasing.

The captain shows us a single hand with a surgical glove on, as he stared down at our firm, pert buttockses. The Thunder cracked and a flash of lightening lit up his sinister Kenny Rogers face.

"Eiineee Mineee Miny Moeeee....I wonder where this glove will go......" he says slowly and deliberately in a vaguely German, vaguely Jamaican accent--sort of like what Jar Jar Binks might sound like if he was cast as a German SS guard. Accented by the now constant metronom of thunder and lightening, I felt as if my heart would burst.

I panicked, remembering the fact that he was also an accomplished pianist, with very long fingers, and being that I was the top in our relationship I prayed to god that he would slip thise fingers in Purplejedi, who would have few issues with the fingers or entire forearm from both arms inserted.

Luckily, he reached into Purplejedi's poop shoot. There's a lot more to this story I can't share with you, but I'll give you the quick details. The poor sinister Kenny Rogers captain reached up all the way up past his elbows, and managed to find the missing 26th benwah ball!

However, a flash of lightening had come in through the window, surged towards the benway ball that the Dr. had removed and stared at curiously---it all happened in a, pardon the pun, flash.

So thanks, to my boo, Purplejedi, an electricity conducting benwah ball, and Walmart's generous best-door-greeter award, my life was saved.

Anyways, I know there's more to the dream you probably want to know, but I think it's important that I prepare for dreams 3 through 7 at this point.

LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

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[Edited 8/7/12 12:18pm]

Hoorah for PurpleJedi!

Lisa10 said:

Hoorah for PurpleJedi!

Even though thanks to Imago I just drilled a hole in my skull and poured hand sanitizer onto my brain.

PurpleJedi said:

Lisa10 said:

Hoorah for PurpleJedi!

Even though thanks to Imago I just drilled a hole in my skull and poured hand sanitizer onto my brain.

imago said:

OK, in my second Purplejedi fantasy, he and I are on a boat cruising down the river Rhine on a romantic ghettaway vacation that his company gave to him for free for being the best Walmart greeter in the entire state of South Dakota.

Only, it's 10:00 AM right before our quasi-French Hugenot post-slaughter victory themed brunch, and Purplejedi is upset with me.

"What's the matter, Bumpkin?" I ask him, as he sits across the table sighing deeply and rolling his big brown doe eyes up towards the vinyard laced hills that skirt the river.

"I feel pensive," he says to me. "You were quite saucy with me last night."

(He was upset that I had stuffed 26 benwah balls up his butthole, but we could only retreive 25).

There was a whole serious of fights on board the ship during the brunch, some of which involved missing limbs, broken teeth, and and unfortunate battle between a Frenchman and Bavarian in Liederhosen who had been using bath salts. But, that's really not important to this dream fantasy, so I'll skip it.

Anyways, to make a long story short, we ended tied naked to a pole facing each other, and with our bare bottoms facing outwards, down in the basement with the ship's captain pacing back and forth wearing nothing but leather underwear and heals. He looked a bit like Kenny Rogers dressed as Dr. Frankenfurter, honestly. By this time, we could also hear thunder outside as a storm was brewing--the thunder kept increasing.

The captain shows us a single hand with a surgical glove on, as he stared down at our firm, pert buttockses. The Thunder cracked and a flash of lightening lit up his sinister Kenny Rogers face.

"Eiineee Mineee Miny Moeeee....I wonder where this glove will go......" he says slowly and deliberately in a vaguely German, vaguely Jamaican accent--sort of like what Jar Jar Binks might sound like if he was cast as a German SS guard. Accented by the now constant metronom of thunder and lightening, I felt as if my heart would burst.

I panicked, remembering the fact that he was also an accomplished pianist, with very long fingers, and being that I was the top in our relationship I prayed to god that he would slip thise fingers in Purplejedi, who would have few issues with the fingers or entire forearm from both arms inserted.

Luckily, he reached into Purplejedi's poop shoot. There's a lot more to this story I can't share with you, but I'll give you the quick details. The poor sinister Kenny Rogers captain reached up all the way up past his elbows, and managed to find the missing 26th benwah ball!

However, a flash of lightening had come in through the window, surged towards the benway ball that the Dr. had removed and stared at curiously---it all happened in a, pardon the pun, flash.

So thanks, to my boo, Purplejedi, an electricity conducting benwah ball, and Walmart's generous best-door-greeter award, my life was saved.

Anyways, I know there's more to the dream you probably want to know, but I think it's important that I prepare for dreams 3 through 7 at this point.

LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

.

[Edited 8/7/12 12:18pm]

Not exactly how Batman and Robin would escape...or is it?

littlemissG said:

imago said:

OK, in my second Purplejedi fantasy, he and I are on a boat cruising down the river Rhine on a romantic ghettaway vacation that his company gave to him for free for being the best Walmart greeter in the entire state of South Dakota.

Only, it's 10:00 AM right before our quasi-French Hugenot post-slaughter victory themed brunch, and Purplejedi is upset with me.

"What's the matter, Bumpkin?" I ask him, as he sits across the table sighing deeply and rolling his big brown doe eyes up towards the vinyard laced hills that skirt the river.

"I feel pensive," he says to me. "You were quite saucy with me last night."

(He was upset that I had stuffed 26 benwah balls up his butthole, but we could only retreive 25).

There was a whole serious of fights on board the ship during the brunch, some of which involved missing limbs, broken teeth, and and unfortunate battle between a Frenchman and Bavarian in Liederhosen who had been using bath salts. But, that's really not important to this dream fantasy, so I'll skip it.

Anyways, to make a long story short, we ended tied naked to a pole facing each other, and with our bare bottoms facing outwards, down in the basement with the ship's captain pacing back and forth wearing nothing but leather underwear and heals. He looked a bit like Kenny Rogers dressed as Dr. Frankenfurter, honestly. By this time, we could also hear thunder outside as a storm was brewing--the thunder kept increasing.

The captain shows us a single hand with a surgical glove on, as he stared down at our firm, pert buttockses. The Thunder cracked and a flash of lightening lit up his sinister Kenny Rogers face.

"Eiineee Mineee Miny Moeeee....I wonder where this glove will go......" he says slowly and deliberately in a vaguely German, vaguely Jamaican accent--sort of like what Jar Jar Binks might sound like if he was cast as a German SS guard. Accented by the now constant metronom of thunder and lightening, I felt as if my heart would burst.

I panicked, remembering the fact that he was also an accomplished pianist, with very long fingers, and being that I was the top in our relationship I prayed to god that he would slip thise fingers in Purplejedi, who would have few issues with the fingers or entire forearm from both arms inserted.

Luckily, he reached into Purplejedi's poop shoot. There's a lot more to this story I can't share with you, but I'll give you the quick details. The poor sinister Kenny Rogers captain reached up all the way up past his elbows, and managed to find the missing 26th benwah ball!

However, a flash of lightening had come in through the window, surged towards the benway ball that the Dr. had removed and stared at curiously---it all happened in a, pardon the pun, flash.

So thanks, to my boo, Purplejedi, an electricity conducting benwah ball, and Walmart's generous best-door-greeter award, my life was saved.

Anyways, I know there's more to the dream you probably want to know, but I think it's important that I prepare for dreams 3 through 7 at this point.

LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

.

[Edited 8/7/12 12:18pm]

Not exactly how Batman and Robin would escape...or is it?

no.

He seems cool

imago said:

littlemissG said:

Not exactly how Batman and Robin would escape...or is it?

no.

orger said:

Quality guy...good to see he's finally become a legit Org star...of course, that stardom comes during one of the most dismal points in the Orgs illustrious history...maybe dismal isn't the right word, perhaps shitty would be more appropriate...that doesn't make him a shitty orger tho, it just makes him a slightly above average orger swimming in a vast ocean of shitty orgers...you picked a shitty time to peak, pal

Org star eh? I can now die in peace.

I posted once that this is just a "different" type of Org.

Kind of like the two Darrens in Bewitched or (for you younger ones) the two Aunt Viv's in Fresh Prince of Belair. Same character, different actors, subject to likes and dislikes.

I'd say things are just getting interesting around here...

Beautifulstarr123 said:

He seems cool

imago said:

OK, in my second Purplejedi fantasy, he and I are on a boat cruising down the river Rhine on a romantic ghettaway vacation that his company gave to him for free for being the best Walmart greeter in the entire state of South Dakota.

Only, it's 10:00 AM right before our quasi-French Hugenot post-slaughter victory themed brunch, and Purplejedi is upset with me.

"What's the matter, Bumpkin?" I ask him, as he sits across the table sighing deeply and rolling his big brown doe eyes up towards the vinyard laced hills that skirt the river.

"I feel pensive," he says to me. "You were quite saucy with me last night."

(He was upset that I had stuffed 26 benwah balls up his butthole, but we could only retreive 25).

There was a whole serious of fights on board the ship during the brunch, some of which involved missing limbs, broken teeth, and and unfortunate battle between a Frenchman and Bavarian in Liederhosen who had been using bath salts. But, that's really not important to this dream fantasy, so I'll skip it.

Anyways, to make a long story short, we ended tied naked to a pole facing each other, and with our bare bottoms facing outwards, down in the basement with the ship's captain pacing back and forth wearing nothing but leather underwear and heals. He looked a bit like Kenny Rogers dressed as Dr. Frankenfurter, honestly. By this time, we could also hear thunder outside as a storm was brewing--the thunder kept increasing.

The captain shows us a single hand with a surgical glove on, as he stared down at our firm, pert buttockses. The Thunder cracked and a flash of lightening lit up his sinister Kenny Rogers face.

"Eiineee Mineee Miny Moeeee....I wonder where this glove will go......" he says slowly and deliberately in a vaguely German, vaguely Jamaican accent--sort of like what Jar Jar Binks might sound like if he was cast as a German SS guard. Accented by the now constant metronom of thunder and lightening, I felt as if my heart would burst.

I panicked, remembering the fact that he was also an accomplished pianist, with very long fingers, and being that I was the top in our relationship I prayed to god that he would slip thise fingers in Purplejedi, who would have few issues with the fingers or entire forearm from both arms inserted.

Luckily, he reached into Purplejedi's poop shoot. There's a lot more to this story I can't share with you, but I'll give you the quick details. The poor sinister Kenny Rogers captain reached up all the way up past his elbows, and managed to find the missing 26th benwah ball!

However, a flash of lightening had come in through the window, surged towards the benway ball that the Dr. had removed and stared at curiously---it all happened in a, pardon the pun, flash.

So thanks, to my boo, Purplejedi, an electricity conducting benwah ball, and Walmart's generous best-door-greeter award, my life was saved.

Anyways, I know there's more to the dream you probably want to know, but I think it's important that I prepare for dreams 3 through 7 at this point.

LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

.

[Edited 8/7/12 12:18pm]

i had that dream too, only in my dream it was a tortoise

XxAxX said:

i had that dream too, only in my dream it was a tortoise

In your dream Imago was shoving benwah balls up a tortoise's ass?

That was no dream hun, it was a spycam.

He's the coolest org Uncle since well... since Althom and EWM. Yeah memories and yeah PJ.

UncleGrandpa said:

He's the coolest org Uncle since well... since Althom and EWM. Yeah memories and yeah PJ.

Way I remember it, most orgers were out for EWM's head.

I've only pissed off a handful of orgers in my time here. Have a LOT of catching up to do before I join his ranks!

PurpleJedi said:

XxAxX said:

i had that dream too, only in my dream it was a tortoise

In your dream Imago was shoving benwah balls up a tortoise's ass?

That was no dream hun, it was a spycam.

almost, but he was shoving tortoises up a benwah ball's ass. or something, it was a bit hazy once i awoke but i remember the tortoise!

PurpleJedi said:

XxAxX said:

i had that dream too, only in my dream it was a tortoise

In your dream Imago was shoving benwah balls up a tortoise's ass?

That was no dream hun, it was a spycam.

Oh my goodness, you should appreciate my adorations.

Once fauxie starts posting again, I'm going to ignore you sooooo hard!

imago said:

PurpleJedi said:

In your dream Imago was shoving benwah balls up a tortoise's ass?

That was no dream hun, it was a spycam.

Oh my goodness, you should appreciate my adorations.

Once fauxie starts posting again, I'm going to ignore you sooooo hard!

when will that be?

ZombieKitten said:

imago said:

Oh my goodness, you should appreciate my adorations.

Once fauxie starts posting again, I'm going to ignore you sooooo hard!

when will that be?

Well, it's his personal decision when he posts again, I guess, but I would imagine a year's time from the beginning-ish. Probably after New Years some time.

I really should take some time off. I keep meaning to do so, then I get lazy and get on fb and here. It's like watching television for me---hours and hours of productive time lost.

He's Lovely!!!!

Ocean said:

He's Lovely!!!!

Can you please start another message for an orger thread?

Whenever I start one it just ends up dying but being about nothing but ass before it dies.

imago said:

PurpleJedi said:

In your dream Imago was shoving benwah balls up a tortoise's ass?

That was no dream hun, it was a spycam.

Oh my goodness, you should appreciate my adorations.

Once fauxie starts posting again, I'm going to ignore you sooooo hard!

Please. I know I'm just a stand-in for Nick.

KingBAD said:

YOU again?!?!?!

Ocean said:

He's Lovely!!!!

Ocean said:

He's Lovely!!!!

oh my goodness, woman!

Throw some ice on those ovaries!