Be gentle with me
I have been away for a few weeks now. Actually more like amonth. Let me say that it has been a period of extensive personal growth. I'm older, wiser, sexier, more opinionated, and my ego is out of control. What a difference a few weeks of calm inner soul searching can do for the spirit.
I see not much has happened in blogg world since my departure. Seems blogg had a major explosion when I hit the scene and since the tragic death of my site, all is quiet on the blogg front. Coincidence??? Anyone??? Although in that time my brother did infiltrate and use my name by creating roguemaze for a day and got me into big trouble from a certain comment he left about a certain person on a certain blogg. Thanks brother for that. I love you. Really.,.. thanks.
Anyway I'm back. I'm passionate. I have some great drunken stories to share, many adventures and I'm feeling good. even though I lost all my posts and shall never see them again.
So come on over, pop a bottle, jump in the spa ladies and lets return to where we left off. Remember the sex, the flirting, the mayhem of Maze? Well of course you do. Remember how you used to twirl my chest hair in your fingers and pout at the same time? Lets go there again.
I know it will be hard and a little akward at first, but if we all just get our gear off and fuck each other quickly, ORGY style. We will return to the good old days.
Who wants their toes sucked???
I see not much has happened in blogg world since my departure. Seems blogg had a major explosion when I hit the scene and since the tragic death of my site, all is quiet on the blogg front. Coincidence??? Anyone??? Although in that time my brother did infiltrate and use my name by creating roguemaze for a day and got me into big trouble from a certain comment he left about a certain person on a certain blogg. Thanks brother for that. I love you. Really.,.. thanks.
Anyway I'm back. I'm passionate. I have some great drunken stories to share, many adventures and I'm feeling good. even though I lost all my posts and shall never see them again.
So come on over, pop a bottle, jump in the spa ladies and lets return to where we left off. Remember the sex, the flirting, the mayhem of Maze? Well of course you do. Remember how you used to twirl my chest hair in your fingers and pout at the same time? Lets go there again.
I know it will be hard and a little akward at first, but if we all just get our gear off and fuck each other quickly, ORGY style. We will return to the good old days.
Who wants their toes sucked???
posted by Roguemaze Central at 6:14 PM
9 Comments:
Welcome back lad.
Long time no see.
3rd time lucky?
"I'm older, wiser, sexier, more opinionated, and my ego is out of control"
- and this is now? so before you were a younger, stupider, turn-off, fence-sitter, self-hater?
Glad to see you back. Yep blogworld has been a bit quiet lately, but that's ok.
Well, sheesh, if there are no lady takers for the pleasure-of-Rogue, my toes are yours to lick Roguey!
Maybe Toadie would like a Krispy Kreme and a toe suck.
I want my toes sucked, but not by you.
I don't know if I trust you any more with all your coming and going...with all these imposter bloggers. Evil. I'm not even going to welcome you back because the last time I did it turned out to be your brother.
Or was it?
Are you using him as a scape goat for that apalling post?
You'll have to earn my trust back. So start.
what she said.
So the backlash begins. I'll get you all back. Yes. Yes. I will. You all know I will so why fight it. It is useless to deny it.
Thankyou Dxxxx. You are the best.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Oooooooooooooh. Whoooooooooaa.
Don't you just love the start of that Simple Minds tune?
Yeah, it's true, Rogue, ah beens watching The Breakfast Club again and I beens thinking that even though ah don't know yahs, ah reckon you iz like one part Bender mixed with one part Andy [or one part Judd Nelson and one part Emilio Estevez].
Totally digging your flair - how many piece of flair do you wear? - at the moment. I haven't checked the more current posts seeing as they're long and shit and I can't read and stuff but my manservant - Iqbal - reckons once he finds time he'll slam a few verses my way. Looking forward to it.
BTW, you ever get the feeling that the walls are breathing?
Me too, man. Me fucking too.
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