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50 comments on “Quonfession”

1. Sorry man, I’m broke.

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   • Then I must have done something bad.

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     • Care to confess?

     • Should I start a birth and work my way forward, or should I do it the other way around?

     • I love a good back story.

     • You’ll have to wait for the book.

     • I already told you, I am broke. Perhaps you can give me a copy for free, or I could pay you in other ways.

     • I’ll give you a copy for free and you can pay me in other ways.

     • Such as?

     • There you go, trying to trick me into talking naughty again.

     • Nu uh.

     • Okay, but I’ll be watching you.

     • I thought I felt eyes staring at my ass.

     • People who can’t blink are often mistaken for people who stare.

     • I can’t help that I have a dirty mind, quo. It’s genetic. Don’t fence me in.

     • Now you’re trying to trick me into talking about bondage.

     • It appears to be the other way around if you ask me, but I will bite. I find leather straps less chaffing to the skin.

     • Perv.

     • Ditto.

     • I’m not sure, but I think you misspelled it.

     • The proper spelling is pervert. Example: quo is a pervert just like Merbear.

     • Sorry, I thought you misspelled “dildo”.

     • Talk about a dirty mind.

     • Dildo is dirty? I thought it was an extinct bird.

     • I have never used a dildo or an extinct bird ever, which makes me an innocent little lamb.

     • Good. The animal rights people would have a fit.

     • Can you imagine all the feathers that sort of behavior could make? I can’t watch The Birds as it is.

     • “Honey, we need to talk. I’m seeing a lot of feathers these days.”

     • “If I find one more feather nestled between..”

2. Indian Giver

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   • god I wish I could think of witty response but I can’t argghh! frustrating!

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     • Can’t say I ever felt that way.

     • it’s alright for you, you have to witty to make up for your odd features

     • It’s a coping mechanism for my inability to smile.

     • aww ya poor luv not being able to force a grin must be so painful for you

     • It’s worse than having a big burp that won’t come out.

     • 😦 crap that’s all I have on that one – I’m slipping tonight

     • I have walked head bowed into the Quonfessional and ask for guidance. Tell me something I should write about – mother related or otherwise- I need to borrow your brain for a second or two…though you don’t have a head, which I’m truly sorry about, I am sure there is one in there somewhere. Give it your best shot.

     • You should write about the challenges of remaining hopeful when there is so much to be cynical about.

3. Hmm don’t know if I hold much hope coming up with anything though..I shall ponder- thank you 🙂 MrQuo, I shall close the confessional curtain on my way out.

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   • That’s the trick. In writing about hopelessness we often find it.

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     • hmmm the sage has returned, bow people to the master x

     • *bow back*

     • pretty hard to do that isn’t it, bowing backwards I mean?

     • Literalist.

     • 🙂 again cI got nuttin else 😦 my brain is twierd

     • You put too much pressure on yourself. Just let your mind go.

       Tulip time.

       See? I have no idea what that means or why I thought I needed to write it. But it stands alone as zen poetry.

     • you have me cornered – I do..I am my own worst enemy. I do force my mind to continually think. At the moment though I have been asked to do an interview on a site (fellow blogger) so I am answering or trying to her questions. ‘Tulip time’ sounds serene.

     • I’ve always find it fun to include in an interview a confession of some crime you didn’t do. It keeps the interviewer on their toes.

     • lol no these are straight forward ?’s possibly very boring to the reader to be…but I’m excited like a kangaroo on heat…good idea that though