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MindProfessor -> You Know You're Kinky When... (12/8/2008 5:13:23 PM)
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...you keep fake hanging plants around the house, just so your mother will
never know what all those hooks in the ceiling are really for
...someone
refers to a serial killer as sadistic and you roll your eyes, because
the man has nothing on you.
...you realized you've charged more in lingerie than you get paid in a year
...you have more toys than your kids
...you take up macrame, just to learn some new knots
...you start rating your CDs by how interesting it'll be to beat someone to
...someone asks how long you've been doing this ponygirl routine, and you snort
and start to stamp your foot
...your favorite dessert is hot crossed buns...and you don't eat sweets
...someone says they have a leatherman, you almost say "me too!" before
you realize they are talking about the tool gadget on their belt.
...you watch a movie where someone gets tied up and scream at the screen, "Gimme
a break, 3 minutes max to get out of that!"
...you have a list by the phone for the babysitter....Hospital, Family, and
3 24-hour locksmiths.
...you are on a first-name basis with all the local EMT's.
...you have the closest 24 hour locksmith as #1 on your speed dial list.
...you join the SCA just so you can learn to make your own chainmail and work
with leather!
....you speak of crop rotation with someone, and they aren't a farmer.
...you try to get arrested, just for the handcuffs , body cavity search, humiliation ...vanilla
means anything BUT a flavoring for ice cream!
...leather companies start giving you the wholesale to distributor discount.
...you can't pass a candle factory without drooling (or wetting your seat)
...your kids ask you about conditioning leather....and it takes you a minute
to realize they are talking about their baseball gloves.
..."chain letter" has a whole different meaning to you.
...you haunt the dollar stores for "pervertibles"
...you've got a toy chest bigger than the one in your 6 year old son's room.
...the local Leather hobby shop offers you a business account.
...your children ask if they can borrow your "costumes" for Halloween.
...your body piercings set off the metal detectors at the court house.
...you need two separate packing and moving crews....one to pack and move the
furniture and belongings, and the other to pack and move the "furniture"
and "belongings".
...you choose your new house based on it's location: convenient to the leather
store, easily directed to by your friends and the local ambulance drivers,
and just a mile from the emergency room.
...you become a locksmith to avoid having to make embarassing calls at 2 A.M.
...the local Home Depot has set you up with a business account...and you are
not a contractor or an electrician.
...you move to another city, and the hardware store in your old hometown goes
out of business because you don't buy there anymore.
...escape artists come to you for advice.
...you say Vanilla like it's a bad word.
...you can't pass by an iron fence without drooling.
...you know the location of every tack shop in the tri-state area.
...your
idea of getting a jump in the morning is to hook up the other end of
your nipple clamp to the car battery.
...you nearly cause an accident pulling into the lot where the sign advertises
FREE TODAY HOT WAX before you realize it's a car wash.
...you cannot get through the opening lines of "Green Eggs and Ham"
(I Am Sam, Sam I Am) without giggling hysterically.
...your attitude is "electricity, not just a utility, but a way of life".
...you've served more people than McDonald's.
...more people have seen your body on-line than have visited www.cnn.com
...you spend more time on your knees than a Catholic priest.
...you consider filing a lawsuit for false advertising when the pizza place
has a sign for HOT GREEK-STYLE SUBS but they wouldn't bend over to please
you.
...you chose your last car based on the location of the garment hooks.
...the hospital lists you as a triage center, since you're better equipped
than the ER.
...you sit on Santa's lap to tell him the toys you want for XMas, and get a
free trip on the North Pole.
...you buy clothespins in the supersize family economy bags, and you don't
have a family or a clothesline.
...there's enough rope in your bedroom to scale Mt. Everest.
...you find yourself wandering through the wax museum's medieval torture chamber
making comments like "gimme a break, my Dom's grandmother could
get out of that!"
...getting tattooed and pierced is merely foreplay.
...you bought a souvenir replica of the Washington Memorial because you were
too cheap to go to the adult store and get a real butt plug.
...you think Hannibal Lecter is a snazzy dresser.
...someone tries to talk you out of your blind date by saying he's sick and sadistic
and you perk, god i hope so!
...you think VA stands for Vanilla Anonymous.
...turning the switch on has precious little to do with making the lights come
on when you enter the room.
...the first thing you check when looking for a new car is whether the trunk
can hold a bound submissive or two.
...you take advantage of the needle exchange program in your city and you have
never used intravenous drugs in your entire life.
...you fake injuries just so you can replenish the medical play kit from the
ER.
...when you're told your brother-in-law is pussy-whipped, it takes you a moment
to realize that doesn't necessarily mean he's transgendered.
...someone calls your wife a slut and you thank them.
...your favorite letter of the alphabet is O.
...nose to the grindstone is an orgasmic abrasion fantasy.
...you refer to your fully equipped van as "Squeals on Wheels".
...your travel agent recommends a 4 star bed and breakfast as part of your vacation
plans; you yawn and ask where the nearest Dungeon and Gruel is to your
destination.
...investing in stocks and bonds means refurbishing the play area.
...your children think your primary language is acronyms.
...you have a habit of calling conversion vans perversion vans.
...you overhear your neighbor training his dog to sit, beg, play dead, roll
over; and find yourself obeying quicker than the dog does.
...you need to rent a U-Haul to get your toys to the play party.
...your toilet seat is leather.
...your children are named Dom, SAM, Sissy, and Autoerotic Asphyxiation.
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