I think I need to hear myanonymouslair weigh in on penisghost. She tends to have pretty interesting interpretations and a proclivity for cocks in costume.
Oh, and Happy Halloween.
myanonymouslair
Ivy…
There’s a tag on her post that says “Ivy has been pretty knifey lately”.
Yeah, I’m transparent.
If anybody needs me, I’ll be in my bunk.
If Ivy had a Barbie it would look like this.
Giggle. Yep.
Used to tie up my Barbies when I was a kid, though nowhere near as ornately.
Welcome to my Lair: Random notes on things:
LinkWelcome to my Lair: Random notes on things:
1. If you type ‘th’ into the address bar of my computer with the intention of going to think geek and doing a little shopping, it actually brings up thinkivykink first. You might get distracted and go to the wrong page first. So first Ivy’s kinks, then Darth Vader cake pans.
2. I just tried…
Giggling forever.
Clearly I exist to keep you from spending money.
And to keep Lemon from reading about important theories and whatnot.
Ivy…
its not a knife, but the whole cutting your panties off, and that extra set of hands…
its a button pusher.
Uh, buttons definitely pushed.
And scissors are definitely two knives hinged together so it counts for me.
Also, I’d just like to share that the tag on this was “pointy things and girly panties inevitably make me think of Ivy”. Which is just the best tag ever.
I have to admit that every time I see knives, I think of Ivy.
Funny, every time I see sexy ladies in dinosaur masks, I think of you. But that doesn’t happen nearly as much as it should.
Well now. I am not the sort of person who gets jollies out of belittling people on the Internet, so I’ll tread lightly here.
I decide to check tumblr while I’m on my weekend away (I’m having a lovely time!) and my good “ladyfriend” (I love that phrase) myanonymouslair has sent me a message saying apparently one of my posts has been just sort of nabbed. To which I was like, “what’s all this about?” So, I look at her tumblr.
She’s made this post and then I notice a message from the culprit telling my lady myanonymouslair that she has no respect. And so my upset really more concerns the fact that you’ve called my friend disrespectful, laiks-velkas.
Really ironically, I might add. Since, um, you know, you sort of disrespected me here by taking my words/life experience and pretending it was your own. Okay, okay, so the Internet is everyone’s playground. This is fair. But, come on, let’s get real here. You just randomly took an excerpt from my sex life and either pretended it was a product of your own creativity or that it was, I don’t know, your sex life.
Brass tacks: You couldn’t handle it if you had it. But I’m flattered that you pretended that you did.
<3, Ivy
PS: Good thing SG’s not on tumblr, or his ego would be through the roof over someone pretending they’re messing around with him.
The Southern Gentleman decided to help me pick out my outfit for the night.
“It’s great,” he said as he leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “But what’s under the shirt?”
I shrugged, “a bra.”
He smiled, “and what’s under the bra?”
“My…” I rolled my eyes, “ugh, you’re such a child.” I pulled my shirt and bra up, showing him my breasts.
“Good girl,” he grinned.
Psst, myanonymouslair, need any help with that recipe?