RIP Mrs Bucket
I am sorry to inform you, but sadly Mrs Bucket has passed away. She was found here in Kyle’s office this morning, clutching a picture of his unimpressive dick, having drowned in a sizeable pool of her own love juice.
My name is Sally Dofuckall, and I will be taking over until Kyle returns, which should not be long. He sends his kindest regards and says he is having a great abduction, he is particularly enjoying the orifice probes that these aliens so like to employ. He has met God, who he thought was a dicksplash and Elvis, who he thought was a god. He say’s that Joan of Arc gives great head and that Mother Teresa is into fisting.
I found this poem in his drafts. I hope he doesn’t mind me publishing it, I’m not sure it is finished.
i wanna dance with you
i wanna romance with you
i wanna fly with you
and get high with you
i wanna cry with you
i wanna die for you
i wanna come in you
and have fun with you
i wanna sleep with you
or count sheep with you
if we can’t
kyle mew 
aww, poor misunderstood Mrs Bucket… but what a way to go eh? 😛
12.04.18 at 14.07
indeed
12.04.18 at 14.22
Wow, thank goodness Ertha is gone!
12.04.17 at 16.40
i agree but the nature of her demise was rather sad
12.04.17 at 16.42
Hi Miss Sally, that’s a great poem, might not be finished, but some things doesn’t need to be finished right. Did Kyle send any pictures yet?
12.04.17 at 15.24
Hi Miss Anette, thank you. Kyle has sent several pictures but I they are of such a perverse nature, that I will be keeping them to myself.
12.04.17 at 16.38
You got that right…
You know what Miss Sally, you should stop being so selfish!
12.04.17 at 16.40
Ha, you will have to wrestle these pics from my cold dead hands.
12.04.17 at 16.47
I will Miss Sally. I will.
12.04.17 at 16.49
she has left some interesting stuff in my drafts, i may well post them
12.04.17 at 17.35
your blog always makes me smile!
12.04.17 at 15.11
thanks for that 🙂
12.04.17 at 15.16