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|07/29/2008||H............7||Great call, Petite Princess is indeed a Princess. She worthy of all things good. I have a feeling I am addicted to her charm and will be calling back very soon.|
|07/29/2008||H............7||Very nice, I really like this Princess and will call her back. She is the real deal, a good conversationalist and not at all stuck-up like some ladies on here who claim to be a Princess but in truth are Trailer Park Queens.|
|08/22/2007||p................t||O Petite Princess. You are so petite, and for you, only you, I go Ass over Teakettle and Skweeeeel like nobody's business. Or, if it is anybody's business, it's probably a bankrupt one. O Petite Princess. I get natural rocktit whenever I dream of you, and they only go down when I do the 2.5 knuckle shuffle. And yes, you were right, my yukyuk only gets about 3.5 knuckles high, but when I get rocktits from dreaming of you, I get another point five. I'm gladd you enjoyed my skweel. I will do MUCH better at a driveup payphone where I can really impress. Also, my new line of clothing for the discriminating Blubberer: "Hello Monkey" Love, Your Lathery TootToot, King of the Pumpkins|
|07/18/2007||p................t||Oh Petite Princess. When I listen to your giggle with my waxy ears, or listen to your nose start to run because you're laughing so hard, my whole hairy body starts to kqivver. And yes, I think that some day we are destined to be together. Either that, or I am destined to keep moinking for you and knuckleshuffling the ole Woodrow Wilson under my stinky blue blanket. O I bet the guys down at the laundrymatt would really be impressed if i got you to come say hi to them and eat lunch with me out back on the picnic table by the broken down dryers. The concrete company next door is loud sometimes, but we will be so happy we won't care. Love, Uncle Wobblyface|
|07/14/2007||p................t||Oh Petite Princess I'm on fire for you like that one song. Oh never underestimate the power of a Blubbering Idiot in Love! Oh Wowzers I've got my whole LIFE to blubber, and write *Live From The Dumpster* Pomes for you! Like this one: Oog, Choob, I've got manboobs. If you'd let me sniff your stinker I'd go oog oog oog. Oog, Choob, I've got manboobs. I'm an ass snackin monkey with a junky tickletube. Ogod I flow like eminem, except i look forward to the teabagg, and he probably doesn't. And I sit in my junkster of a room and Romp Hompkin the Pompkin. Love, RumpHumpleSit 'n' Spin|
|07/14/2007||p................t||Dear Petite Princess, A SupaDumpy Pome, pour vous: I am an... Ass Snackin Monkey and a ButtCrack Dunce. You can find me in the 'hood adoin' piggy stuntz. Well I twist and I turn, On the End of my *Tootie. Got a mouth like a blowfish and to hell with Hootie. Well I pull on my Woodrow when it peeks through the brambles, With my eyes all crossed and my brains all scrambled. That means I'm confused when my boner goes "pop!" Then I'm off to WalMart and the Donut Shoppe. I heart you real hard when you laff at my oogie. And I dream about you come to my house and give me some suggie. And that's short for "sugars." You can eat fine dining while I snack on my boogers. And I'm out.|
|07/14/2007||p................t||Oh Petite Princess thank you so much for helping me to wankify my wiggletoy tonight. My Hippo Hipps got out of control again which led, as you know, to me flat on my hairy back under the covers so my roommates don't hear doing the Whisper Oink (Whoink) for you like a Kloset Sea Kow. O I heart klapping, slapping, flapping and barking like your beached, whiskered Kow. I guess what I'm trying to say is..."Petite Princess, you make my whiskers quiver." Oh yes, and my front fins just quake at the thought of you. I dream of ever greater Toadification at the hands of your giggly princessey bonergrams. Love, Your Bufty Laundry Hogg, The Turd in a Blanket, Bitchtits Inc.|
|07/13/2007||p................t||Well, another dumpy dispatch from the Wobbletard. I woke up facedown under my stinky blue blanket and knew that I needed to write some bone a fide puckerprose for you, my Darling, my inspiration, my reason for rising up to be a shining dimple in the ass of the world where for the longest time I was butt the hole. And that's exactly what Roger, Paul, Melissa and Gary at the laundrymatt called me during that terrible phase: "Butt the Hole." O butt that is my past! And you, my sunray, my moonbeam touching my ample manbosoms through my Def Leppard tshirt, are my future! O I want to buy you a Camaro. I am prepared to go all the way. Love, the ex-Butt the Hole.|
|07/13/2007||p................t||Dear, dear Petite Princess, O how my bosoms heave for you! O how my hipps get hungryhungry and hippohumpp for you. O how my face goes all Wobbletard and I turn all *loner with a boner* for you. O Wowzers I'm your crosseyed Pigg in a Blanket (stinky and blue). Who knew that our love could grow this bigg? I grit my snaggly teeth and dream of being your muffin smoocher, but I don't think that you let Wobbletards smooch your muffin. Maybe you will change your mind as you see how many skills I have and what good pomes I write and maybe you will forgive me for being laundrymatty and manboobified and mangina-ish. Love, BungTongue Stuart, King of the Pumpkins|
I'm Katherine! My friends call me Kat but you can call me Princess. I'm in
my 20's and I enjoy my spoiled life. I grew up that way and I expect I
always will be that way. :-) I'm looking for a few good pigs. Wait, I don't
have to LQQK do I? You come crawling
to me for your humiliation and to be used.
I'm a real Princess who definitely likes things my way. Boys were always intimidated to talk to me, and the sportos who did found out that I wasn't really impressed by how much they sweat on the football field or basketball court. I was more interested in the debate team because I knew that they would be willing to cater to whatever I wanted just to keep me happy. They were the ones who were willing to sacrifice to spoil me and treat me like the Princess that I was growing up to be. Plus, I knew that I would be their wet dream for the rest of their lives. They're the kind of guys who like and need to be a girl to have them by their balls and in control of their lives.
You may be at work during the day, but when you're stuck in your office, you're still thinking about how to make your dick happy. You need me to help keep your priorities straight. First, you keep me happy, and when that's accomplished, you get to keep your dick happy. Answering to me helps to keep you a humble male. When you learn to give up your pride, you'll learn to enjoy being my submissive bitch.