OF COGS AND CLOGS, FROGS AND DOGS, AND LOGS AND BLOGS
If you are bored, go read them blogs.
If you are depressed, go read them blogs too.
I enjoy reading comments on blogs.
How I wish I could post some of them comments I have read.
I read some comments on some spammers who have also visited BoggyWoggy.
Some comments were so funny that I felt sorry for the escort service girl.
I mean, the commenter or commentator was so pissed that he would have kicked the sexy lady from behind if he saw her live. But, I would have just kissed her lips and suck her boobs in annoyance.
Women love me when I am angry. Because, that is when I love most. Anger can keep me going for many rounds. Whenever my babe annoyed me, I just pull her up and give her the deeepest French Kisses and then lay her on ther rug and make her scream for more. I call it sex therapy. I don't waste my energy screaming and yelling. I will take a walk and think of the best styles of Kama Sutra. Then, I will get her some roses with fresh apples. I will return to the house and start sweet-talking her to wind her until she falls into my arms and finally lay her spread-eagle on the rug and show her the best part of me.
Finis.
The world is full of cogs
In the wheels of human progress
Yet they cannot stop me from wearing my clogs
As I walk to the promised land of success.
I hear the croaking frogs
The croaking frogs squatting on the logs
But, I ignore their noise to post on my blogs.
2 comments:
Is that right? Hmm very interesting!
Nne,
It depends on you.
I mean everybody has his or her own ways.
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