Archive for January 2009
Your mission…
Should you choose to accept it… is to load me down with lots of Build-A-Bear gift cards! Build-A-Bear has some new bears coming out that are Beary Limited Edition and I really really want them! I have a picture of the first bear (the Spring bear) and I was told the Summer bear has RAINBOWS all over it! RAINBOWS!!! Oh, and they have lots of baby stuff so I can make a baby bear with diapers and jammies and a rattle and binky and blankie! You know you want to.
Anyway, your incentive for sending me BABW (that’s Build-A-Bear Workshop, folks) gift cards is my little stash of diaper bondage pictures. You heard me. Diaper bondage. You know those will be good.
You can send gift cards via e-mail at this link: Build-A-Bear Virtual Gift Certificates, to little bella, at little_bella@ymail.com
You’ll also see pictures of the bears I get. Even if you only send a $5 card, I will be very happy. 
And I’ve been really sad lately 
So please please please please please please please???
FANKOO!
Oh, and here’s the Spring Bear:
7 comments January 22, 2009
NEW RULES
If you are married and she doesn’t know, and you fuck girls on the side, don’t talk to me. If you are married and she doesn’t know and the only thing you do is chat online, but otherwise you are totally faithful, maybe.
If you have fucked a member of your family, don’t talk to me.
If you have fucked your brother’s underage daughter, DEFINITELY don’t talk to me.
If you want to freak out on me and get all paranoid and question why I was looking at your profile, don’t fucking talk to me.
If you think the rules (any rules, especially those of a lifestyle-related group) don’t apply to you, don’t talk to me.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with some people…?
OH, FYI, all of those rules came about thanks to only ONE person. -shudders- sick fucks.
7 comments January 6, 2009
