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welcome to ms bees knees honey hive |
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he rolled over and fell asleep, leaving you in the wet spot. SO-O-O-O.....you created a different kind of wet spot for him to sleep in. ::laughs wildly running from room:: |
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apj: OMFG... hahaha!!! i would have gutted him like a trout for SURE! nice one! |
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darlin, it wasn't me. Though if it was.... what a way to go. :) |
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You wanted to send him to a better place on account of his snappy dress code. You did him a favour. A rare gift indeed. You're such a treasure. |
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Paused to fart mid coitus? Blew his nose on your sheets after 'dismount'? Tried to perform his 'French flipper trick' on your honey pot without warming his hands first? Didn't cuddle after sex? Cuddled after sex? Promised to send you to the moon and you only got as far as the Jersey turnpike? Any of those have surely hit the bloody nail on the head. kb |
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lecram: fuck! i was sort of hoping it *WAS* you... at least it would have made a good story. ;) lorraine: haha... hmm. ok? knottyboy: YES!! all would most certainly cause me to see BLOOD RED. oh sweetheart, YOU are a natural born killer. xoxoxo!!! |
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i say he was such a swell dresser to distract from his alarmingly small twig and berries. when you saw his minute member you knew immediately what had to be done. |
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Bugg: word! his BIG FEET completely fooled me. and when i saw he was rocking a teensy frank and beans, i killed his ass. muahahah!! |
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Reason to murder? Track down all who voted in Bush for a second term. Simple really. |
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thephoenixnyc: well said! i could see myself killing a man after being told that he was a republicon who voted for shrub. absolutely plausable... |
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Of course we all love a man with exquisite taste in fine clothing but not if he dresses better than his date. Show off... he should have known better. That's as good a reason as any. |
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Wendy: my own envy as a motive for murder? absolutely! after all his clothing did end up as MY clothing. ;) |
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Motive: The overpowering words whispered in your ear *I-LOVE-YOU*. After your thrice dirty martini binge, you slid into slumber. He sneaked into your room, undressed, sliped behind you, spooning, and while trying to dip into your candy...he whispered *I-LOVE-YOU*, which sparked your unconscious, rollicking Yama. |
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really. who needs a reason to kill OJ? (and btw - blood is SUPER easy to clean out of sheets... next time, brush off the random body detritus, wring out the excess blood...throw soiled sheets in cold water quickly. clean with detergent. and if there's still a stain, treat with bleach cut with water. works everytime... i'd murder and reuse sheets in a pinch. 'cause i'm midwesternly resourceful and practical like that.) :) |
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ocean: my rollicking yama!? WOW... i love that! haha. have i told you yet today how much i love your brain???? ;) mamazilla: well, well, well, look out martha stewart... there's a new psychotic homemaker in town ... SNAP! |
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Probably forgot to lift the seat. |
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greg the surly: funny you should mention it ... that particular motive was a very popular response among men from other forums i posed this question to. hahaha... ! |
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You had to do it. After a full night of no holes barred gorilla love... he pulled you close, gathering you up in his arms, a smile on his face, looking deeply into your eyes and uttered; I Love You Bees It just had to be done. He never stood a chance. |
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babsbitchin: HAHA!! yes, those words will guarantee you'll end up 6-feet under in my book. ;) |
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