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The Definition

26 Jan

Know what happens if you look up the definition of “abomination”? You find a picture of this filth:

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Protected: Fornicating With Your Clients Isn’t ALWAYS Bad

10 Nov

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Protected: I Don’t Think You Meant to Write That

28 Aug

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Today’s TWSS Moment Brought to you By Smokey Sausages

9 Mar

Lit’l Smokey just sent me the following message:

Are you in?

I’m busy and in meetings all day long otherwise I’d tell you all about how “thrilled” and “elated” I am about being a born again virgin and my pity party on Saturday night.

If you want something fun to do, go check out The Catherinette Chronicles and read all about Claude’s friends.

Protected: A Kiss to Build a Dream On

17 Feb

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It’s Finally Happened

15 Feb

Wonderful people of the world, I have the most exciting announcement.  The stars have aligned.  Pigs are flying.  Hell has frozen over.  Tonight, something incredible is going to happen…

I, Catherinette Singleton, am going out on a (faux) date with the one, the only, Lit’l Smokey.

A real (faux) date.  We’re going out for a drink, and to the movies.  He is paying.  He told me I could hold his hand in the movies if I got cold.  And he told me to wear something low cut as he said he’d had enough of gazing into my eyes.

This is going to happen.  I can feel it! (At least, I hope I get to feel it-if you know what I mean.  And I think you do.)

Lit’l Smokey in the News

29 Oct

One of the many ways in which I procrastinate at work is by checking the headlines on CNN.  It makes it appear as though I’m informed and in the know-instead of a slacker with no aspirations.  This morning I almost spit my coffee all over my computer monitor when I read the following headline.

First of all, you can’t prove that it’s me that put him in the cage.  Second, if it was me, you can rest assured that I would offer him some roomy accodmodations.  He would need enough room to be able to stand up, and turn around.