Fraught With Danger

hubby got a charlie horse one time. he jumped up and danced around walking it off and it looked like he was directing an orchestra with his 'wand'. :lol: i laughed till i cried! he did too once the cramp let up.

What ?? no "rope" burns from the ties ?? I guess that must be #11
I'll let you know after tonight. Let the band play on patty .. LOL .. 😊

mario's sexy mishaps!
(luigi not included) :cheese:
oh i know... mario's new joyseys of sex game! :lol:

NSF . . . anywhere :lol: so if someone worked as a legal prostitute (in nevada) and a john(or jane) wanted to try one of those positions and it went badly(ouch!) would that then be a workers comp. injury?

sarah, so the poor neighbors hear... BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANGCRACKCRUNCH HA HA HA HA HA BOOM OUCH!!! :cheese:

I had a friend who was playing a 'cop and, well, lady' game with his wife, and had a .45 cal strapped on without the clip. He forgot about the round in the chamber. During a passionate maneuver, the pistol went off, and the round grazed her leg (no serious injury, fortunately, but she can now proudly say she was shot during sex). It also punctured the king-sized waterbed they had on the second floor of their rented townhouse (against the rules and uninsured). I recall he told me after their eviction that the final bill came to about $2,850 US for the damage, and he was fined another thousand bucks by the local court for discharging a firearm in a residential area/reckless endangerment charge, then attorney fees. Not a cheap lay at all!

I think Mario is on to something here --- sorta sounds like an adult version of "Clue" -- "Miss Scarlet with a charlie horse in the bathtub with the wine glass ..."

Love you, Patty. My thoughts are with you.

I love the old saw (urban legend? joke?) about the couple caught "in flagrante delecto" (sp?) in a Lambourghini when he threw his back out and neither could reach the door handles to extricate themselves ... they'd drawn quite a crowd by the time the fire brigade arrived, and being otherwise unsuccessful at jimmying the car open they used the "jaws of life" to chew it open. As the story goes, while she was being led away wearing a blanket she was heard to say, "What am I going to tell my husband? He doesn't even know I borrowed the car!"

I love the idea of the game by picking one from each column!

Nethie, it sorta requires a "person" involved, though, doesn't it? Do you remember stories about "key-swapping" parties in the 60's, "Swinger" parties? I'm not advocating anything of the sort (I'm not only monogamous, I'm not even gamous anymore) but imagine a situation where two people have to make all of the cards drawn with the keys occur? "Twisted knee in a garden breaking a chest of drawers ...?"

Uhh, sorry, I'll cop to some kinky things, but I draw the line at any kind of pain. (Well, other than marrying the wrong woman ...)

TWICE!

And ANOTHER wrong one LATER ... don't get me started ---

%-P

The 80-year-old 3-times widow goes to her new doctor and he's astounded to discover she's still a virgin! "How can this be?" he asks. She says, "My first husband was a gynecologist, he just admired it: My second was a psychologist, he just talked about it. And my third husband was a gourmand."

thanks bill, i love you too sweetheart. the car story is funny but 80 yr old virgin is just hilarious! :lol:

Cheers, Patty.

I apologize, WUvers, for being off-topic. I do not intend to use this site as a joke-verse, but I am trying to bring a little smile into the life of one of our own, who Ghod Nose has brought more than a few to ours. Think good thoughts for Patty today and tomorrow. Don't ask questions, just right now, do it -- think rainbows and happiness and sunshine and little tiny bags for Patty.

The smaller the bag, the better.

dear, sweet bill thanks love. you are a wonderful friend with a beautiful soul. i already came out with the why in the post titled love knows no bounds. your thoughts help lighten the load. hugs sweetheart.

Never gonna see ya, never gonna hug ya, always gonna love ya, where's the risk? Like I said, one of the first bosses I ever had when I got out of the military taught me to always tell the truth so I'd never have to remember what I said. And my most influential acquaintances in the military (not just while I was in the service, for my entire life!) said "Don't call me 'SIR', I WORK for a living!" Not entirely fair, in retrospect -- but I don't allow anybody to call me "sir". It's just "Bill" And ya know, I find that's almost a badge of honor in itself.

Oh, and as old geezers are wont to, I may tell you the same story over and over again. The difference is, my stories will always be the same. (Did I tell you this one before? ---)