Comments on: AG Gonzales Outed as Hologram

By: Ms. Y

Ms. Y — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 00:27:12 +0000

Hey you. Please email me if by chance you remember this dear friend.

By: JanieBelle

JanieBelle — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 18:56:57 +0000

I am a woman of many talents.

By: Tom

Tom — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 14:57:52 +0000

Alright, alright…. I’ve been sublimating my reaction into writing. so you officially have the position of muse, JanieBelle. That one bead of sweat had me setting new speed records for touch typing. You have a way with words. And whistles.

I have photos from yesterday I’m working to put on the new site. So I’m off to the races, as it were.

By: JanieBelle

JanieBelle — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 13:46:28 +0000

Giddyap! Giddy yap, maybe?

We should, Elizabeth. I’ll be ’round in a bit.

I’m beginning to wonder ’bout Tom, though. Those last two comments of mine should have elicited some reaction… well, it did for me and Kate, anyway.

We played cowgirls last night.

By: Elizabeth Wood

Elizabeth Wood — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 03:49:44 +0000

Hmmmm… we probably need to discuss this whole bareback thing in the health forum on Sex In The Public Square dot Org

By: JanieBelle

JanieBelle — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 02:09:56 +0000

JanieBelle coolly blows the wispy smoke emanating from the ends of both six-shooters, and seductively licks her lips with her eyes half closed.

It is with smug satisfaction that she holsters her Irons of Lightning-like Reporting after having beaten Tom to the scoop at Sex In The Public Square.

Though she’d like to hear Tom’s thoughts on the matter (since he was there and all), she knows it will take some time for his amazement and wonder to wane.

She turns and whistles for Ghost, her trusty steed. She mounts him aggressively and spurs him on to a full gallup. She only rides bareback.

Massachusetts is safe… for now.

By: JanieBelle

JanieBelle — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 00:22:23 +0000

JanieBelle stands alone in the dusty street, six shooter on each hip, listening to the wind whistling through the alley between the bank and the cathouse. A bead of sweat runs down her bare back leaving a single trail of clean skin from the nape of her neck to the crack of her ass. Swinging doors on the Wagon Wheel Saloon bang on broken hinges and a four foot tumbleweed bounces by ominously…

By: JanieBelle

JanieBelle — Tue, 12 Jun 2007 22:17:41 +0000

Hello? Anybody home?

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Thu, 17 May 2007 22:54:38 +0000

Tom, found this accidentally. Great website. Made me proud to be classmate of yours at AU Law!!! keep up the good work.

By: Gretchen

Gretchen — Tue, 08 May 2007 02:12:16 +0000

This is wonderful and had me laughing out loud quite a few times, which is particularly impressive given how depressing it is to have the US justice system run by hall monitors for the Republican party and radical fundamentalists.