Post by Misty on Oct 17, 2008 14:38:36 GMT -5
Sorry for the huge absence, computer had to be rebooted and blah blah.
PS. You have no idea how freakin' hard it is to find this website.
Misty has returned! I give myself little time to doddle now. After my brief absence to spend time with my dearest Desiree. I now must focus on the real tasks at hand. First to claim gold here in this dump. Then to conquer each man who crosses my path. Break their limbs, mind and balls, because I am Misty Malone. Whom no man will ever possess. Except on her... My terms! Yet again I sit alone in this cafe. Beautifully attired in my designer red velvet salsa dress that is nothing but the finest couture of Yves St. Laurent. A wonderful fruit who left us too soon. Oh how i wept at his funeral. There is where I saw the devil herself Anna Wintour. Miss Happy Trails, you could see them on her face. She had the most terrible things to say about our heroine. I simply told the old bat to put her denchers in backwards and bite her head off. She did, and she looked better to. But I'm distracting myself, I know that the federation has gone off season. Which means that all you men had better watch out. I'm a woman who makes easy history and it will bring me great pleasure to unman those who think they can ever be too much for Misty Malone.
Misty closed her notebook and looked about the cafe. It seemed to be the only place she could go to plot her next move. She had no doubt in her mind that any man could resist her. Her long blond hair hung freely over her large breasts, that were complemented ever so wonderfully by the plunging neckline of her Yves St. Laurent gown.
Pulling out her long cigarette holder she felt just like Rosalind Russel in Auntie Mame. A classic example of the free liberal 20's woman. The irony that always gave Misty a giggle was that Rosalind Russel was an avid republican. Nobody is perfect except for the gorgeous Misty. A woman who even at the age of "28" as she'll tell you, still possesses the wind, fire, and music of any 16 year old harlot. A ring from her cell phone goes off it's her personal assistant... Well one of them she has five.
Miss Misty Desiree has set fire to the drapes...
Oh what a coincidence I happen to be smoking right now! Call one of those city workers I have insurance. But make sure they don't take anything.
Miss Misty! I can't believe you. I would rather commit adultery then be caught smoking in public!
Oh honey so would I. So would I. But whats adultery? That went out with Shirley Temple... Anyways I gotta go, somebodies coming. The extinguisher is in the bedroom closet, but don't get too close one of you queens is bound to set the whole place a blaze with your flailing alone.
Slamming her phone shut she looked the person in the eyes. Sitting straight up with her bosom high, as if she were Maria Montez in some Technicolor extravaganza.
PS. You have no idea how freakin' hard it is to find this website.
Misty has returned! I give myself little time to doddle now. After my brief absence to spend time with my dearest Desiree. I now must focus on the real tasks at hand. First to claim gold here in this dump. Then to conquer each man who crosses my path. Break their limbs, mind and balls, because I am Misty Malone. Whom no man will ever possess. Except on her... My terms! Yet again I sit alone in this cafe. Beautifully attired in my designer red velvet salsa dress that is nothing but the finest couture of Yves St. Laurent. A wonderful fruit who left us too soon. Oh how i wept at his funeral. There is where I saw the devil herself Anna Wintour. Miss Happy Trails, you could see them on her face. She had the most terrible things to say about our heroine. I simply told the old bat to put her denchers in backwards and bite her head off. She did, and she looked better to. But I'm distracting myself, I know that the federation has gone off season. Which means that all you men had better watch out. I'm a woman who makes easy history and it will bring me great pleasure to unman those who think they can ever be too much for Misty Malone.
Misty closed her notebook and looked about the cafe. It seemed to be the only place she could go to plot her next move. She had no doubt in her mind that any man could resist her. Her long blond hair hung freely over her large breasts, that were complemented ever so wonderfully by the plunging neckline of her Yves St. Laurent gown.
Pulling out her long cigarette holder she felt just like Rosalind Russel in Auntie Mame. A classic example of the free liberal 20's woman. The irony that always gave Misty a giggle was that Rosalind Russel was an avid republican. Nobody is perfect except for the gorgeous Misty. A woman who even at the age of "28" as she'll tell you, still possesses the wind, fire, and music of any 16 year old harlot. A ring from her cell phone goes off it's her personal assistant... Well one of them she has five.
Miss Misty Desiree has set fire to the drapes...
Oh what a coincidence I happen to be smoking right now! Call one of those city workers I have insurance. But make sure they don't take anything.
Miss Misty! I can't believe you. I would rather commit adultery then be caught smoking in public!
Oh honey so would I. So would I. But whats adultery? That went out with Shirley Temple... Anyways I gotta go, somebodies coming. The extinguisher is in the bedroom closet, but don't get too close one of you queens is bound to set the whole place a blaze with your flailing alone.
Slamming her phone shut she looked the person in the eyes. Sitting straight up with her bosom high, as if she were Maria Montez in some Technicolor extravaganza.
