A-1 (imported) wrote: Sun Jun 03, 2007 7:05 pm

So Yoli,
If you dream about the pool is it a wet dream? Or, are you just lying out?
It's MEEEEE! (Everyone say "Yayyyyyyy"!)
Well, I have fallen asleep by the pool and in the pool (on a float) often and have has sexual dreams during some of those naps, especially one night when I was out there alone...Ash(leigh)was OOT...nekkid under a big towel and on the chaise lounge. Slept until a bird called Boat-tailed Grackle (make that $^%#@! Grackle) woke me at sunrise...by pooping on my hair and forehead. Has some nice dreams, as I recall, but details are hazy. Got at least seven hours of ZZZZZZ though!
Real sex in the pool? Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Even in the winter since the pool is heated.
Why is Yoli up soooooo early? Well, believe it or not, after breakfast at the Cracker Barrel, I am going to (are you sitting down?)...CHURCH! Why so early a start? I gotta go to Wally World for cat food and some small stuff, then pick up my church "date" before barrelling into the Cracker Barrel.
I might even stay awake during the sermon, and I'm loading caffeine to make certain I do. I'm even thinking of joining their kick-ass choir. I easily passed the audition, so maybe the voice lessons were not so useless after all. Well, I have been known to do the Karaoke thing, and won a contest or two. The wet t-shirt helped...just kidding. Problem is, I HATE Karaoke 'cause for every good singer you have to endure ten lousy ones who seem to think volume makes up for no talent.
Worse yet, one of my bosses likes to drag me to those places and make me sing. That's OK, if I've had a drink or four, but then HE wants to join me "on stage" for some mushy old love song. I've figured out it's an excuse for him to touch me as we warble. All he has to do is ask and I'd pay for the motel!!! (He's the older man with the Penis Giganticus.)
There are more than one Cracker Barrel in San Antonio, but if you find me you can have me (over for lunch.) I'll be out this door in five minutes so you'd better get moving.
In that vein, when Ash(leigh) and I used to play on the chat, there was a guy here in SA that swore he was a eunuch. I (we) was (were) truly tempted to meet him and see for myself (ourselves). That was before Ash(leigh) brought Barry into my little orbit, though. WOBG (The original FUBG) was still here then and she advised us against it. Well, he did live in a rough part of SA, as I recall.
Well, gotta go, my loves. Before I go, A-1, I just want to say that your steak sauce rocks!
As ever (meaning still crazy.)
Yolanda, Queen Of The Universe.