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DenverColorado Bad Boy at the Ladies Chess Tournament
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Posted:May 1, 2007 2:59 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2017 8:59 am 2359 Views
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Six Members of the Bad Girls Club were rusty in their chess playing skills and organize a meeting with DenverColorado as their Chess Playing Mentor.
They rented the Cave suite at the MaDonna Inn and spread out the chess boards in various parts of the suite. One the Bed, In the Shower, ad infinitum...........
Oh My! Here comes the Chess King, in unison, the ladies declare. We challenge you to a game of Strip Chess the one who goes Check Mate gets to..............
Soon all the ladies were un-attired and ?????? was painting blings on various parts of their anatomy.
The Challenge was getting ????? out of his clothes. One woman solved the problem by placing a floating chess board in the hot tub. In went the un-attired ladies and in Went DenverColorado.
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My Weekend of Being Bad
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Posted:Apr 30, 2007 5:28 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2007 12:59 am 2387 Views
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There is a widower that I have gone to dinner with a few times. His last wife had a three year fight with Cancer before she finally went into the spiritworld.
He says friendship is good but doesn't want to jump into any serious because two wives have died on him and he doesn't want to lose a third.
Dang! Life is terminal. Sooner or later, we all enter the SpiritWorld rather we are surrounded by Loved Ones or all Alone. I am not afraid of the SpiritWorld.
My request to the Creator is that I have a chance to experience real love before crossing over into the Spirit World.
This weekend, I decided to do something very very wick.
Saturday, Our Group had a PotLuck. Somebody brought Strawberries and Whipped cream. I quietly told the widower - If I had you behind closed doors, that whipped creme would be on you instead of the strawberries.
He blushed Beet Red.
Sunday, we had a meeting. there was left over whipped creame. He observed that there was whipped creme in my coffee. Some of it dropped down into my cleavage. "Dang, I could think of better things to do with this whipped cream besides put it in my coffee," I commented as I winked at him.
Afterwards. I drove home - ALONE with Ferlin the Mutt for Company.
Creator: You and I need to have a serious talk. There is something wrong with this scenrio?
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Bad Girl Star - 1982 Disturbing The Peace Criminal Conviction
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Posted:Apr 28, 2007 11:03 am
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2017 10:13 pm 2249 Views
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It all got started at the Palomino Club in Las Vegas. There was an amateur Nude Dancing Contest, "I dare you," my biker boyfriend Psycho said. Yeah Sure! Like I was really going to turn that Dare down! I got on Stage and won. Later on that year, I won again.
I took a weeks vacation from my hospital job and decided to audition for a dancing job. The Club Owner told me to grab a tray and I officially went professional. Eventually I waved bye bye to the Hospital Job.
Dancing was a great job, I made great money and it was like getting paid to go to the gym.
At the time, I was taking confirmation classes at the local Episcopalian Church. Frequently, I would go to classes just before heading off to work. I didn't tell them that I had changed occupations. The Vicar noticed my attire and commented that he didn't realize that Hospitals let the employees dress so outrageously. 
When the Olympics came to Los Angeles, there was political pressure to bust all the hootchy kootchy places. The first time the Vice Cops came in, I was dancing to "Secret Agent Man" - the Last Song was "They're coming to Take Me Away! Ha Ha Ho Ho Heh Heh!" They didn't take me away that time.
I finally did get busted to "That's Amore" by Dean Martin and "Summer Winds" by Frank Sinatra. Maybe the Cops didn't care for Rat Pack Music.
I pleaded No Contest to "Disturbing the Peace!" I didn't go to jail, they made me do Fifty Hours of Community Service. I was sent to the Episcopal Church - Dearie, We know you don't drink. What was the nature of your crime?
Since that time, I haven't even had a traffic ticket. I really really need some Bad Girl Lessons.
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TwoJobInterview AndStoreBoughtC00kiesForTheGuys
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Posted:Apr 28, 2007 1:49 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2007 5:44 pm 2161 Views
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Last Week, I interviewed for a job at Smith's Bakery. My Jewelry is usually very important to me but in the Baking Industry, it is not worn because of sanitation laws.
During the Interview, I wore my crystal stud earrings that would be allowed at work. I also wore my rings because I wear them most of the time anyway although I would not wear them at work.
The interviewer asked me about the meaning of one of my rings. I told her that it was a Star. She asked me if it was a religious symbol. I told her that I preferred not to discuss religious beliefs at work. She said that they had to know about religious beliefs so that they could give the employees time off for religious holidays. Yeah Sure! Do Christians get Sundays off. I doubt it. I used to LOVE working Christmas and Easter so that Christian Co-Workers could have that day off. I would collect the holiday pay and take off Yule or the Equinox. Nevertheless, those kind of interview questions are totally illegal. I left that interview with the feeling that that job opportunity went out the window even though I am totally qualified for the job.
I will file a complaint because it might just protect another potential employee from religious discrimination.
So this week, I got a call for an interview from WallyWorld. This time, I wore my amber earrings. If the interviewer noticed my rings - she didn't mentioned it. It was strictly work related questioned and I aced the interview. After the second interview, I was sent to take the drug test. After the results, I will be back to baking bread at WallyWorld.
I stopped at Smith's today. They still have a sign up asking for Bakery Help. I purchased c00kies for the guys at the meeting.
Hey Where is our flat c00kies, the guys joked. I am sorry guys, no more flat c00kie, from now on, I will be getting paid to make your c00kies and getting a WallyWorld Discount before taking them out of the store. I'll not be buying anymore c00kies from Smith's.
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Yoo HOO! Men! I need some BAD GIRL Lessons
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Posted:Apr 28, 2007 12:24 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2007 6:51 pm 2224 Views
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The Problem is that most Men tend to think of me as one of the Guys until I get them behind closed doors. At that point, I scare the heck out of them.
"I'm a very, very bad girl
Oh I'm a bad girl
I'm a bad girl
I'm a very, very bad girl....."
  
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Why Friday The Thirteenth is A Lucky Day!!!
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Posted:Apr 13, 2007 5:40 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2007 9:52 am 2248 Views
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I woke up this morning and thought "Friday the Thirteenth!" HOO HAH!
Thirteen is not a bad number. It’s a Good Number!
Consider the Baker’s Dozen. It’s history began in England. A baker who intentionally or otherwise shortchanged a customer would be subjected to dire legal consequences.
Thus instead of Twelve loaves of bread, the customer got Thirteen loaves of bread. This is lucky for the customer who gets more bread and lucky for the baker who gets to stay out of the dungeon.
I have found that baking bread is a spiritual experience. When I add that thirteenth roll or cookie to a customer’s order - I will quietly say a blessing or prayer to pass on to the customer.
Thirteen is my employer’s lucky number because a happy customer buys more bread. It is also my lucky number because if I make customers happy by giving them thirteen cookies I get to keep a job that I absolutely love
Friday is the day that honors Freya the Goddess of Mind Boggling Whoopee, Sensuality and LOVE!!!!!So on this Friday the Thirteenth - I will bake Thirteen Snicker Doodle Cookies and take them to the Twelve Step Meeting that consist of mostly men. If I encounter a man who has been teetotalling for at least Thirteen Years - We could discuss the possibilty of his virtue being compromised by me. That is the THIRTEENTH Step. Thirteen Oh My's Yeah Babe Yeah Babe! That can be a good thing.
Even if that doesn't happen, The Thirteen Cookies will make the guys feel LOVED enough to stay away from John Barley Corn for another Thirteen Minutes , Thirteen Hours, Thirteen Days, Thirteen Months, Thirteen Years Times Thirteen Ad Infinitum…………..
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Stopped By The Law AGAIN!!!!!!
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Posted:Apr 5, 2007 11:05 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2007 2:25 pm 2380 Views
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Yesterday, I had a job interview in Reno. I was driving on the 80 freeway when I noticed the Nevada Trooper was behind a car on the side of the road. Gene told me to always move o to the other lane away from the trooper. It's a safety issue and we do want to take care of our Bears. After passing the trooper, I returned to the other lane. Later on I notice that the trooper was driving the inside lane with intention of passing me.
"Keep On Going Darlin!" I kept saying. I really don't like cops driving behind me. They eventually passed but slowed down so I couldn't slow down without going way below the speed limit. Soon they were behind me and the bubble gum lights were flashing.
Heck Darn Blast and other words to that effect!
"I know I am NOT speeding, I told the troopers.!"
"No, but you have a cracked windsheild." the officers advised me.
"True, but I won't be able to fix the windsheild unless I get a job and now I am going to be late for the interview."
Luckily, the troopers were much nicer than the cop I encountered a few nights ago who made me do the field sobriety test. They were actually cute. Too bad they were so young. I may be a Senior Lady but I can still appreciate Masculine Spendor in Uniform. (But out of Uniform is even better)
They ran the criminal check on my License. Sigh! My 1982 "Distrubing the Peace" conviction.
Okay, Maam, We are not giving you a ticket. Just get the windsheild fixed and good luck on the job interview.
Dang! I was an hour late for the interview. What a great way to impress a prospective employer.
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I got pull over by the law for Drunk Driving
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Posted:Apr 2, 2007 2:27 pm
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2008 10:36 am 2674 Views
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It is really annoying to be stopped by a cop and accused of being a criminal when I am essentally a law-abidding person.
It must be Karma. I should
have NEVER called that tailgating trucker a dumb a$$. Most likely, it was my fault the Trucker
was tailgating me despite the fact that I was going 70 miles
per hour. I really don't know the Scenerio although, I've frequently heard the dufus Trucker Gene (bless his heart) cite colorful words at Sunday School Drivers that trudge in front of him.
Yesterday evening, I agreed to meet a friend for java and chat at the Silver Strike Casino Coffee Shop. Just before I was getting ready to drive the car into the parking lot
- The Bubble Gum Lights flash behind me.
 Maam, You made a wide turn at the stop light. How much have you had to drink.
Sorry Officer, I don't drink anything
alcoholic at all. Thinking to myself, "it's
dark and I am used to driving big a$$ trucks
Maam, License, Registration, and
Proof of Insurance
"OPPS! I think I left my license
by the computer at home when I was looking at it when filing
for an on-line job
" Okay, Maam, Name and Social Security Number and
keep looking for that proof of insurance""
I finally found the license but could not locate the proof
of insurance.
" Okay Maam, It not that I don't
believe you but you need to step out of the car and do a field sobrierty test"
I felt like asking the officer how well he would fare doing those dumb tests as I completed the field sobiery tests and passed them all.
"Are you SURE that you haven't
been drinking! Maam"
"No Sir! I absolutely don't
drink!"
He goes back to the police car and get bored when he does the
crimimal background check on me.  I have a 1982 "Disturbing the Peace" Conviction from my Hoochy Kootchy Dancing Days.
"Okay Maam, I am writing you
a ticket for no insurance, Send proof to the court and it
will go away"
"No Problem, Officer"
I signed the ticket and the Law went away. By the time I made
it to the Silver Stike, the coffee shop was closed. My friend
and I chatted over a cup of coffee at the bar. Indeed, I was
drinking. I was drinking COFFEE!
This will be a great story to tell at the next 12 Step Meeting. I've been sober almost 30 years.
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hardworking Saturn over the weekend. 