1. Take nude photos of your bottom and send it to your enemies, draw a kiss on it, you can go a step further and put from who….
2. Go to an art gallery with a child and watch their wonderment
3. Write a letter to a fashion designer and encourage them to use more mode
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4. Check your breasts for any strange lumps and bumps
5. Spread the word and tell at least five people about mois truly! Love, L.
My last post I talked about toilet paper. And I remembered this funny story. Once my dad gave me ten dollars to buy toilet paper (this is after he kept yelling from the bathroom for five whole minutes, for someone to go to the store). The idea was he would sit on the throne and wait, while I ran across the street to get the paper.
So, as I walked to the store I was contemplating how was I going to afford the new Vogue (that just came out) AND toilet paper. So when I arrived at the supermarket, I noticed that there was this new type of toilet paper. It was recycled (never you mine how faaaar baaack this was, but I was a teen and recycled paper was yet to reach the masses). It looked like toilet paper, was the same colour as toilet paper, had the same weight as toilet. But, the price was not like toilet paper! At, $3.99 for a pack of twenty-four, it was damn cheap!!!
So, I figure a little for the taxes and I was on my way to Vogueville.
I ran home, with my Vogue hidden in my underwear (don’t ask, another whole story to come soon) and
I promptly open and gave my dad the roll.
As I flicked through the magazine, I heard my father cussing and calling my name. When I went downstairs, he was telling my mama that I bought toilet paper that was so rough that he wanted he wanted her to check his ass for splinters!!
My word!
Then he demanded the change back cause he knew that the cheap toilet paper could not have cost so much. I tried to point out to him that he got twenty-four rolls for such a great bargain. He accosted me back by saying that he worked hard all day for his money and he should be able to come home something soft to wipe his ass.
My mom was trying so hard not too laugh and I begged off quickly so that he wouldn’t remember to ask about what I did with the rest of the change.
So, possums, the moral of the story is that if my father’s ass has green principles; your’s should too!
Sex And The Younger Man
I was recently in a discussion with a group of teens, family really, who asked me about having sex as a young person. So I thought to myself should I go ahead and taint my holier than image (mmn, yeah right!) Or just go right ahead and relish in my memories.
So I told them that, yes, it is true that dating younger men is fun. I specifically told them about a story that happened to me.
Let’s call this one Bob (I always wanted to date a Bob). Anyhu, I can’t remember how Bob and I met, but I do remember that when we exchanged personal information-him first, I couldn’t believe my ears! He was at least 10 years younger than me! For the first time I felt real. Weird in saying how old I was. When I did, however, jigga was ecstatic! It was like he hit the jackpot! For a time I was flattered. But, then I realized that maybe I was the better catch (not to toot my own horn, but toot toot)!
I once dated a guy who at the time, unbeknownst to me, he was dating a girl waay older than myself. He ended choosing the older girl because she had a career-not a job, had her own place, her own car, and it was nice that she could pay for dinner a lot of the time. At first, I was insulted. I couldn’t compete with an older lady. I had a job (at the time I was slaving behind the espresso bar at Starbucks, in the wealthy section of Toronto to a bunch of elitist asses). I lived with my parents, so I had sex in the most illustrious places (I won’t go into it). I did have my own car, but it was a hand me down; basically a k-car, so it overheated more than I did! And I couldn’t pay for dinner all of the time. Why would I? The man was supposed to pay.
We remained good friends for at least another year. I did pump him for information on how older women treat men. And some of the following tidbits I kept and did myself:
- Men like you to sometimes take control in bed. (Surprise, Surprise)
- Men like you to let them be a man; e.g. pay for dinner, hold the door open…
- Men love it when you cook for them, fawn over them with a nice romantic meal in your own house
- Men love it when they think that you are dressing for them
- Men love it when you take care of your kids
- Men love it when you do everything you can to empower and bring yourself up in life (extra classes, confront the boss for better pay or title, etc.)
- Men like it when you suck their dick
I think he put in the last one. Actually, jigga stressed this last one. But, he knows that mois don’t play that!! I don’t like anything that long up in my face unless it is a hotdog between two buns, with a little bit of ketchup, mustard, cheese, and hold the relish!!!
But, I digress.
When I dated this younger guy it was thrilling for the both of us. The conversation was titillating. It wasn’t always about sex. We argued over politics, religion and beliefs. It always went beyond the weather.
The sex?
Well…not so good! It was like I was banging Father Rabbit. Bang, bang, bang! I was slow mo and he was Quick draw at the ole wild west!! I was so surprised! This person who just rubbed me the right way in my mind, just rubbed me raw in the bedroom or ahem, the car.
But, again I digress.
What is really great about younger men is that they are still somewhat soft so that they can be molded. But, this time I was too tired to teach. I am not a connoisseur of love, but as a woman I know what I like. A little tongue there, a little sighing there, a little use of the finger over here. You get my drift.
So the affair had to end.
Well, it did end just so. I changed my phone number, because Bob forgot to tell me that he was seeing a much younger girl. And that is soooo high school.
And you and I both know that I don’t do high school.
So the moral of this story is, if you are going to caca where you eat, don’t forget to bring your own deluxe toilet paper!
Creme de la heres hoping
So I just finished smearing on a slather of Crème de la Mer on mois face! Okay, it was more like a pitter-pat cause I could only get my hands on a sample. So I would like to thank Carlos down at the Holt Renfrew counter for giving it too me. Okay…so that may not be his name, but he looks like a Carlos.
I so wanted to try this stuff! I read it in an old Harper’s magazine article on J-lo. She says that she actually swims in the stuff!! And at $200 a pop and being a multi-millionaire I can see why!
It makes my skin as smooth as a porno girl’s anus after a train line! Not that I would know that, it is just a for instance.![]()
So when I finish this sample (which I intend to let this draw on like an amazing bag of crack) i will let you know about the outcome. Or at least you will see it in my new music video.
Here’s hoping for next year.
Love to you, my possums. Lucresia
The whole world woke up to this morning (I fell asleep with the images late this morning) of seven pics that reveal various body parts and appear to have been taken in a hotel bathroom and bedroom.
This girl doesn’t seem to get a break!!! She just started to go out in public very recently. It is hard enough to have the world judge you on what you did or did not do (present company included), but now having to wake up to find that pics that were clearly for her lover (There is I “miss you” and “I love you” written in lipstick on the mirror). She even looks as if she had been crying cause her eyes look a bit red in the photos. She probably gave those to him through love and now her privates are all over the internet! And we all know that those are there for life!!
But, I did notice something. Did you notice that her face isn’t in any of the nude shots, she’s wearing different clothes in the naked shots too. I don’t know, but her titays look bigger than her real titays, and the bedding is different in the clothed shots vs. the naked shots. I think that this girl was smart enough to know that love may not last,and wanted to do this to prove her love, but knew that if they would somehow be used against her at least it’s authenticity could be negotiable.
What I don’t understand is why people even take this kind of picture because they’re always used against them. I remember an old boyfriend begged me to take those kinds of pictures. And I am so glad that I said,”NO!!” Cause we broke up a few years later.
The golden nugget in this lesson is-relationships may fade, but a pic of a punny leaked on to the internet last forever!!!
I pray that her and her camp do not too long to release a statement. Sometimes, in life we cannot always sit by and do nothing. No matter how painful it is. It will make us stronger…and perhaps smarter too.
BTW, Loving the pierced nipple Rihanna. Ouch! But, I she is less dexterous than the singer Cassie who has her clit pierced.
Here are said Rihanna pics:
http://www.imagehaven.net/gallery/J2BDTYQ3X6R8PF6GZGB597K6QXN05T
Said pics of Cassie and her pierced kitty that here:
http://www.gutteruncensored.com/2009/05/cassie-nude-camwhoring-pictures-hacked.html
All I can say is “Ouch” and stay away from tweed fabrics. I hear they catch a lot of things on them.
Lucresia










Heartbroken, Lucresia Linton decided to turn to the internet. She believes that if God gives you lemons, then you must order your very rude child to make you a pitcher of lemonade and go find an audience elsewhere!



