One Phrase At A Time

[princealbertofb]

shell. She picked the turtle up and

rubbed it gently with her apron, thinking

[Dark Angel]

a genie would pop out and give

[princealbertofb]

her a long awaited hug. Instead, the

[Dark Angel]

turtle bit her on the finger. Ouch!

[princealbertofb]

turtle bit her on the finger. Ouch!

"Naughty! :mad: Naughty turtle!!". :mad: :mad: :mad:
She thought of soup

:mad: :mad:

[sox-and-the-city]

and how it was in no way a sex position

[marshlander]

but in some respects offered more comfort

[Dark Angel]

into the art of karma sutra. Then

[princealbertofb]

realised it was KAMA SUTRA, not karma. Honestly ...








(PS * I love the idea of Karma sutra :tongue:.)

[marshlander]

... she knew eight words were disallowed so