I don't involve myself in stolen ticklefights. 😉
"Stolen?!!" My voice breaks slightly, it's so loud in anger. "If it's stolen it means it's NOT theirs!" I quickly reason, pulling at weak straws. :umm:
"What?! No!! STOOOPP!!" I yell, squirming as much as possible to get free. 😡
*while holding your arms above your head with my left hand I take my right and scribble it back and forth across your stomach and right side*
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me.
Sorry Sarah, but like I said before, YOU are getting my birthday tickles 😉

"Wha-hahahahaahnooohohooo. Noohohohoooo. Stahahaaapp!" I curl back as far as I can and to the left, shaking as I try to get away from your despicable fingers.![]()
Aww what's the matter Sarah? You're not ticklish are you?
*skitters my fingers over to your left side* Just be happy I can't use both hands. ^_^
And besides, there's only 18 tickles left before we're done here lol.
My eyes land on Austin, a myriad of thoughts go through my already crowded brain. I close my eyes tight, not wanting to call for help now. I just keep laughing and squirming around as much as possible.
~And hey, I'm guessing a very hyper Austin. :😉 :laughing: ~
"Whahahahaa-aattt?!! Nooohohohohooooo!!" I jump, quickly switching to the other side in defense, trying to yank my hands down all the while. "Yahahaaoouu'rrre gonna' be fooaahhahahaaoorrrttttyyyy by the tiiihihiiimmmee this is dooonnnee. Stap! Staaapp! Stahahahahaaaappp!!" I whine in between forced laughing. 😡
~~~correctneszz, you has it~~~
*peeps head in with big grin* hai guys! what r goin on in this level? *scampers in and sits on the couch bouncing up and down*
And your point is? If I'm 40 by the time I'm done with 19 birthday tickles, I'll just have to keep going and give you the other 21 :ggrin:
*skitters my fingers to your stomach and wiggles them around your belly button, all the while holding your arms above your head*
Tickle, tickle ^_^
"Iii'mmm being tooorrttuuurrreeddd. He-ee-eeeelllpp!!" I give in, not caring what repercussions may happen later.
"Ahh!! :yowza: NAAHHAHAHAHA-AAAAHH!!!" I jump and buck, going insane when your horrid finger invades my button.
*scoots right up next to you and makes silly faces at you* yah... thats right... i went there.
:yowza::ggrin:
*fine, if you don't like my fingers, I'll use a feather* *plucks a feather from the couch* (yeah I hid one in there 😉 ) *traces the feather along your belly button* Coochie, coochie, coo (yeah, I'm taunting you ^_^). You like it and you know it. lol :ggrin:
"Mmnnn! Nooo!!" I whine, still struggling like crazy. Getting a slight respite though. :super_hap
OH! So you DID like the fingers >=)
*waves the feather up and down your right side*
I'll have to switch back at some point
Heheh... poor Sadistic. Take heart in the fact that I'm not deciding to jump in.
-grins and walks back out the door, whistling happily-
"Wha-?!! HEELLLPPP mee!!!" I yell when I'm not laughing stupidly. :cross:"Wha-?!! HEELLLPPP mee!!!" I yell when I'm not laughing stupidly. :cross:
Aww you sell yourself short.
*drops the feather and resumes skittering my fingers up your side*
Your laugh isn't stupid, it's cute.
I guess I'll just have to tickle you till you don't think your laugh is stupid anymore ^_^