Yesterday was a mixed bag (not THAT bag!).

The Thai Ladyboy, accompanied by one of the Houston eunuchs, arrived for a weekend visit earlier than anticipated. Barry T. Eunuch was delayed in his departure from far-flung Lubbock...got here at at 11PM last night.

Anyway, when the Houston delegation arrived they asked if we could drive out to a nearby lake. Well, the weather has been iffy at best and I should have known better than to take the boat. So, I TOOK the boat, of course.

We'd had some rain off and on and I really should have just taken them to BassProShops to enjoy the aquarium.

Now, neither of these people had ever been in REAL boat so when we launched and I floor-boarded the Hot Foot(TM) they nearly pewped their pant(ie)s. I took the boat up to just over 70MPH before the pleas to "SLOW THIS THING DOWWWWWWNNNN!" began...some in English, some in Thai.

OK, having demo'ed what 250HP on a 21' bassboat will do I decided to demo casting for bass. I took one of my rods (7' graphite) from storage, rigged a spinnerbait thereon and launched a cast toward a submerged bush.

Suddenly I felt the teensy little hairs on my arms stand up and I sensed/heard a high pitched tone. Thankfully, I got the message and dropped the rod to the front deck, flattened myself on the deck as well, and told the two startled passengers to duck. Then..."CRACKLE...BOOM!!!" The lightning struck a large oak some 100 feet away. I thought I was dead.

That did it for us. I raised the trollmotor and fired up the Yamaha...gone in five seconds.

Looking back I'm to blame for nearly getting us killed. Waving a graphite rod about in those conditions was asking for it.

On the bright side, one of my fears was NOT realized; I was glad, very glad, that the boat ramp and dock were deserted when we arrived and departed.

Can you imagine the reactions of the local ramp rats if they realized "She" was a "He"? "She" was in shorts, tee, and thong shoes, one long braid down her back. BTW...looking good! "She" has no discernible telltale bulge, given "her" condition. Whew!

So, we drove away, stopped at a rural burger 'n beer place, took the goodies to a roadside park, ate, then came home...alive.

Why didn't we eat in the comfort of a nice airconditioned and dry bistro? See: Ladyboy+Friday afternoon redneck bar crowd=OMG!

When Barry heard the news he scorched me for being so stupid. He was right.

No sex so far...all too tired and edgy. I hope to "enjoy and explore" my first ladyboy before the weekend is out.

It would be more interesting if there was an intact ladyboy in attendance too.

One with balls...one without. I'll happily settle for the castrated one.

Will report...if you're all very, very good.

Yoli

AKA "Sparky"

PS: I'm not the only girl driving a BassCat!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFzld-XR52g

Or catching bass!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI5mu6b9 ... re=related

She looks a LOT like Ash(leigh)...Mmmmm!

FianceeUvBigGuy (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:15 am I took one of my rods (7' graphite) from storage, rigged a spinnerbait thereon and launched a cast toward a submerged bush.

OMGY. Recent news shows that the clear cause of your bad luck was not fishing with a Barbie rod!

What's that old saying about fishing in a thunderstorm?

Dave (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 24, 2008 10:49 am What's that old saying about fishing in a thunderstorm?

Since the "Guests"...two eunuchs, well, three, counting the Thai "lady" are all at the mall, I logged in...Whoopee! Why didn't I go to the mall? Well, I can't rid myself of apprehension concerning some redneck catching on that the "lady" is not originally a female. I don't wanna be there when the fit hits the shan.

We are all going to a very nice restaurant tomorrow night and I guess there's less risk of confrontation there...no jeans, bib overalls, or Juan Deere caps allowed.

Truth be told, though, when I was introduced to the "lady" for the first time I couldn't tell "she" wasn't anything but a very pretty and delicate Asian girl. Maybe my fears are unfounded...and unfair.

Yoli NOT going to the mall? The world's turned upside down!

About fishing in a t-storm (which we are having as I type,); We do sometimes have to endure same when one blows up when we are on the water and far from the ramp or marina. We store the rods and cower in the cockpit of the bassboat until it's past OR drive at max throttle, wave and visibility permitting, to shelter. For all that, I DO love fishing in the rain, especially when in need of some cooling. After all, the bass are already wet...right?

A. Rabb, I did read of the nice catfish being caught on the kiddie rod. Funny, but I wonder if there were any adult eyewitnesses...Hmmmmm. The guy could have caught it on heavy tackle and made up the tale. Such things have happened before.

By way of example; Two deer seasons ago I was asked to go out and kill a very nice buck among the other trophy deer at the ranch. When I asked why, since I prefer to thin the does and inferior bucks, I was told that one of the guests, a 12 year-old whiny brat, didn't want to sit in a cold deer blind OR practice to proficiency with a rifle (Clean kill or Clean miss!). If I'd shoot one he could pose beside it, take the head home, and tell other kids he'd shot it.

I could tell that others in the party were so disgusted as was I by the request so I refused despite the fact that the brat's daddy was a big-ticket client of our firm. The father said little but the kid actually called me a "mexican wetback bitch!". Wellll, since I was born in Spain and came here, quite legally, as a tot, he was wrong...except that I would have been delighted to demonstrate just how much of a (castrating?) beeyotch I CAN be. My skin is lighter than that little jerk's hide!

Yes, gentle readers, your delicate lil' Yoli DOES hunt, kill, and clean her own deer, wild hogs (YUK!), doves, ducks, wabbits, and squirrels...and the occasional wild turkey. All bass are released with a little kiss and words of thanks. Other piscine species aren't so lucky...'cept for fish we NEVER kill; Marlin, Sails, Tarpon, Jack Crevalle, and Goliath Grouper (known as Jewfish OR Warsaw Grouper until PC took over our lives.)

And now, another top-shelf Margarita and prepping the goods for the dinner I'm serving tonight. Ash(leigh) is absent...sniff...so it's all on me. Well, Barry T. Eunuch is great in the kitchen...and the bedroom...and the den...and the... He'll help. The others get the cleanup job!

The menu? Lentil soup; Smoked Pork Loin; German 'tater salad; Sauteed-to- slightly-crunchy young asparagus; Dark Rye bread 'n european-style butter; German Beer or a nice wine. 'Zert will be cheesecake with Chambord (French Razzzzzzberry liqueur poured over it, with some dark chocolate "shavings" sprinkled atop.) For that extra flavor, I'm gonna shave the chocolate with the same razor I use on my >^..^<...NOT! How all this will satisfy the Thai Ladyboy, I cannot guess. I can always cook some Minute Rice(TM) and toss her/him/it a can of sardines. BAD YOLI!

This is really a practice run for a later cool weather meal to be served at a special gathering in late November. It's a little heavy for summertime fare beside the pool. Not to worry...We're dining "in" the big house with the thermostat set on 65F.Brrrrrr!

Well, that the latest from Kozy Korners TX

Hiyo Yoleeeeeee, awayyyyyyy!

(Maybe it's the margaritas.)

FianceeUvBigGuy (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 24, 2008 12:49 pm A. Rabb, I did read of the nice catfish being caught on the kiddie rod. Funny, but I wonder if there were any adult eyewitnesses...Hmmmmm. The guy could have caught it on heavy tackle and made up the tale. Such things have happened before.

Yeah, you have a point. But I thought it was the funniest thing I have read in a long time. I've had stuff like that happen to me. Often enough now that I can see when the stars are lining up and I, through no fault of my own, will end up looking silly. I wonder if the grandpa used the Alfred (Alferd in Arkansas) plea.

FianceeUvBigGuy (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 24, 2008 12:49 pm Since the "Guests"...two eunuchs, well, three, counting the Thai "lady" are all at the mall, I logged in...Whoopee! Why didn't I go to the mall? Well, I can't rid myself of apprehension concerning some redneck catching on that the "lady" is not originally a female. I don't wanna be there when the fit hits the shan.

We are all going to a very nice restaurant tomorrow night and I guess there's less risk of confrontation there...no jeans, bib overalls, or Juan Deere caps allowed.

Truth be told, though, when I was introduced to the "lady" for the first time I couldn't tell "she" wasn't anything but a very pretty and delicate Asian girl. Maybe my fears are unfounded...and unfair.

Yoli NOT going to the mall? The world's turned upside down!

About fishing in a t-storm (which we are having as I type,); We do sometimes have to endure same when one blows up when we are on the water and far from the ramp or marina. We store the rods and cower in the cockpit of the bassboat until it's past OR drive at max throttle, wave and visibility permitting, to shelter. For all that, I DO love fishing in the rain, especially when in need of some cooling. After all, the bass are already wet...right?

A. Rabb, I did read of the nice catfish being caught on the kiddie rod. Funny, but I wonder if there were any adult eyewitnesses...Hmmmmm. The guy could have caught it on heavy tackle and made up the tale. Such things have happened before.

By way of example; Two deer seasons ago I was asked to go out and kill a very nice buck among the other trophy deer at the ranch. When I asked why, since I prefer to thin the does and inferior bucks, I was told that one of the guests, a 12 year-old whiny brat, didn't want to sit in a cold deer blind OR practice to proficiency with a rifle (Clean kill or Clean miss!). If I'd shoot one he could pose beside it, take the head home, and tell other kids he'd shot it.

I could tell that others in the party were so disgusted as was I by the request so I refused despite the fact that the brat's daddy was a big-ticket client of our firm. The father said little but the kid actually called me a "mexican wetback bitch!". Wellll, since I was born in Spain and came here, quite legally, as a tot, he was wrong...except that I would have been delighted to demonstrate just how much of a (castrating?) beeyotch I CAN be. My skin is lighter than that little jerk's hide!

Yes, gentle readers, your delicate lil' Yoli DOES hunt, kill, and clean her own deer, wild hogs (YUK!), doves, ducks, wabbits, and squirrels...and the occasional wild turkey. All bass are released with a little kiss and words of thanks. Other piscine species aren't so lucky...'cept for fish we NEVER kill; Marlin, Sails, Tarpon, Jack Crevalle, and Goliath Grouper (known as Jewfish OR Warsaw Grouper until PC took over our lives.)

And now, another top-shelf Margarita and prepping the goods for the dinner I'm serving tonight. Ash(leigh) is absent...sniff...so it's all on me. Well, Barry T. Eunuch is great in the kitchen...and the bedroom...and the den...and the... He'll help. The others get the cleanup job!

The menu? Lentil soup; Smoked Pork Loin; German 'tater salad; Sauteed-to- slightly-crunchy young asparagus; Dark Rye bread 'n european-style butter; German Beer or a nice wine. 'Zert will be cheesecake with Chambord (French Razzzzzzberry liqueur poured over it, with some dark chocolate "shavings" sprinkled atop.) For that extra flavor, I'm gonna shave the chocolate with the same razor I use on my >^..^<...NOT! How all this will satisfy the Thai Ladyboy, I cannot guess. I can always cook some Minute Rice(TM) and toss her/him/it a can of sardines. BAD YOLI!

This is really a practice run for a later cool weather meal to be served at a special gathering in late November. It's a little heavy for summertime fare beside the pool. Not to worry...We're dining "in" the big house with the thermostat set on 65F.Brrrrrr!

Well, that the latest from Kozy Korners TX

Hiyo Yoleeeeeee, awayyyyyyy!

(Maybe it's the margaritas.)

So, Yoli, my dear, how in the HELL can YOU expect to 'HAVE A BALL' with all of those Eunuchs?

A-1 (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 24, 2008 9:26 pm So, Yoli, my dear, how in the HELL can YOU expect to 'HAVE A BALL' with all of those Eunuchs?

Who? Me? So long as the peepees are present and there are talented tongues to be enjoyed I'll be just fine, thanks!

Remember, though, that the Houston eunuch and I do not...errr...engage. I'll possibly frolic with Barry and/or the ladyboy. Barry can usually manage penetration but I doubt the Asian "lady" can.

The dinner I mentioned earlier was a success. It was the first time the "lady" had eaten asparagus or cheesecake..."she" liked them both.

I am soooooooo tired but can't seem to sleep. I could have tried sex as a relaxant but was too tired for that. Can you believe it?

I guess I'll try again.

G'night all.

Yoli

Yoli here,

The dinner "date" with Barry, Houston Eunuch #1, The Ladyboy, Marlene, and lil' Yoli went well. No diners in the restaurant or any of the staff noticed the slight difference in one of our party. If they did, they didn't show it. Whew!

I admit that I was somewhat apprehensive but after the first half-hour I was my same old self.

The LB and I finally engaged in a little touchy-feely. Amazing! I am absolutely smitten by the perfect femininity of this person; General appearance, details such as skin, hands, feet, belly (and navel,) and hiney are all those as one might expect of a little nubile Asian female. Of course, the presence of a tiny male peepee, sans ballsies, is a distinct anomaly

Not to be too graphic, but "her" tiny protuberance did not become erect during the "games". It did elongate a little, though, with a little directly applied encouragement. "She" told me she CAN have an orgasm of sorts, but it requires due diligence (my words) involving anal penetration, penile stimulation (fellatio preferred), and lots of kisses. Well, I can manage two out of three on my own. The other will require a male partner with a stiffie or adroit use of a toy. We did not, BTW, "go all the way." That's for next time.

Ash(leigh) came home in time to "inspect" our little guest in a most clinical manner (being Analytical Ash!) and seemed impressed. Still, Ash(leigh) says, she has no particular interest in more intimate contact. I'll do my best to take up the slack

From what I gather, my new little "project" does not intend to have SRS. "She" knows too many of her "sisters" that have deeply regretted taking the final step. More on that later.

I'm all atwitter re the wedding I'll be participating in. The bride is a great person and I actually approve of her choice of mate. The only dark spot on the horizon is her meddling mother. That beyotch is a walking nightmare. She's already finagled a key to the lovely home the couple have purchased and the bride and groom are having the locks changed by a locksmith who will perform his task while the wedding in progress. There's going to be a VERY loud confrontation so soon as Mommy Dearest discovers the change. I'd give anything to witness that!:D

Love to all, with no exceptions...wellllll....

Yoli

FianceeUvBigGuy (imported) wrote: Thu Aug 28, 2008 2:50 am I'm all atwitter re the wedding I'll be participating in. The bride is a great person and I actually approve of her choice of mate.

I hope you will buy them an appropriate gift from all of us.

Arab Nights (imported) wrote: Thu Aug 28, 2008 6:40 am I hope you will buy them an appropriate gift from all of us.

I've put together a rather unique gift array since they already have two of everything; Toasters, Toaster ovens, Can openers, etc, plus FIVE televisions (including two huge HD flats), one boat, three vehicles, and a small airplane!...and myriad other stuff. Soooo...

He complains that she squeezes the toothpaste in the middle. Gift Item #1: GOLD-plated toothpaste tube key.

She gripes that he snores. Gift Item #2: Dozen packs of Breathe-Right strips.

He carps about her hair in the shower drain. Gift Item #3: A coupon for a free bottle of serious drain cleaner and the Playtex rubber gloves to wear while using it.

She mutters that the shotgun he "lends" her during Dove and Quail seasons is a "POS". Gift Item #4: A Browning Semi-auto shotgun, deluxe-grade, in 20 gauge, with a "gift certificate" for the services of the same guy that custom-fits my rifle and shotgun stocks to my requirements. to balance the $$$ for that, he gets a generous BassProShops gift card.

He says she wants to see what flying in his little puddle-jumper is like AT NIGHT! He isn't instrument-rated. Gift Item#5: Instrument Rating Course manuals. (I have a bad feeling about this one. If they fall wayyyyyy down or fly into a hill at night, guess who's going to be blamed. Too late, it's a done deal.)

Stuff is being presented at the reception. The other attendees will absolutely freak!

Gift item#6: A membership in the EA...Riiiiiiight!

I've seen his goods when we skinny dip...Niiiiiiiiiiiice!

Oh, sorry 'bout the double post.

Yoli

Matchmaker to San Antonio's Elite.

Always a bridesmaid. Never a bride.