I could show you some more boring pictures of my trip to the Bay Area. Or I could make them just a little silly. That way, if you like to look at pictures of The San Francisco bay, you can, but if you don’t really care about that at all, you can just laugh at my antics.
Like for example, what is a bay without a pirate?
Okay, I admit that the pirate does look suspiciously like me. Maybe I should try just a regular picture of the stunning scenery…
Oh man! Some jerk totally photo bombed me. I never even saw him coming. That is so rude. Hey… wait a minute… that looks a little like me too. What is going on here.
Let me try that again. There is some idiot standing in the way, but this is a free country. He can stand where he likes. It will still be a nice picture…
He seems awfully well-dressed for a trip to a… hey… that looks like me also. Why am I wearing a suit? And is that a gun I am holding? This is too weird. Can I take one photo that I don’t somehow mess up?
There you go. Isn’t that lovely? I could look at this all day… wait… there is a disturbance in the water… something huge is rising out of the murky depths… Is that a sea monster???
Oh, man.
Pouring My Art Out 
you make a good pirate!
I do. I can keel haul like a crazy dog.
lol
You laugh now…
yes i do!
You are going to stop when you are scraping the barnicles off my hull with your face!!!
pft
Can’t argue with that.
nope
or can I?
crap i forget can i what?
I don’t know… does it matter?
apparently not..
but it might… go back and find out.
“pft” That’s the girl!.
Say it, don’t spray it.
The rising chorus.
or hair..
Shinin’, gleamin’, streamin’, flaxen, waxen!
i think he wears the bedhead style…
Goin’ for the Brian Grazer look no doubt. He must be feeding his face. Too quiet.
ha! he’s just observing but don’t worry he will jump in, he eventually, he can’t help himself! He’s very nosey!
I slipped away for a bit to check you out. My youngest son was doing P90X for a while last year. I have run into a lot of people who swear my this current series of aerobic muscle-confusion routines. The one thing they all have in common is intensity and acceleration. If you get to dreading it in some way, just drop the part you dread or modify it. Don’t let that one thing keep you from keeping at it.
My primary care physician is a former pharmacist and is very particular about what he prescribes. I remember my wife’s gyne, a woman at that, prescribing Paxil just like it was aspirin when she complained of being a little depressed many years ago. Two weeks of side-effects later she quit cold turkey.
Wow you sure did read…lol thank you. So far I’m not dreading any of it, i learned after the first day that I have to stop when i need to, once i understood, the looking after me part, the rest has come easy, i love it! cool that your son did a version of it, did he like it?
Oh yes docs love to hand out prescriptions, it sucks! You would think at very least if they should know if a med they prescribing could or will cause seizures for someone with epilepsy…ugh, dealing with the root of the issue has been more healing than anything ever has for me. Meds are so dangerous! we have to do our own research these days docs just don’t seem to know.
He did like it but he got a full time job and college classes at night and lost his place to do the routine when he moved into an apartment. His is going to start back at it sometime this year. He had three or four people doing it with him at the time. I need to get with the plan myself.
I need to do a quick dish wash thing.
good for you, yes for you go for it!!!
ahaha dish washing!!!
My wife has a recurring hand condition so I do the dishes, sometimes the cooking, and always the eating.
i think i’ll have to let my Hubby know I have a hand condition….lol
i can take care of the eating part though
You have scissors for hands… that is a condition.
very true, comes in handy two ways…i can’t do dishes and i have weapons if he refuses! 😉
And for styling hair…
yes!
She lets you eat? You are spoiled.
Uh, yeah. My eating habits are the reason she spoils me. Rimshot, cymbal crash.
Don’t get cancer… (que entire orchestra)
LIfe can be so unfair.
Get your licks in…
The feety post is back… open it fifty times…
Alright already. Sheesh! I do have a conversation going here you know.
Do you?
In your case, had I said “intelligent conversation” that reply might be appropriate.
whiz-bang
You’re soaking in it.
Gotta remember to shut that webcam down when I’m soaking.
Please.
and close the window…
No can do. The hot blonde neighbor lady next door and I have a reciprocal agreement.
Yeah… a restraining order she filed… ha!
Is that a euphemism?
Not in his case. But those were the days.
And nights.
I went to our new gym for the first time today… I felt manly… except for they crying like a little girl part.
So did you get your way like H does when she cries on here?.
No… it still hurt.
ahaha! i motivated you did i? i haven’t even cried with Insanity
I have no desire to be that fit that fast.
it’s fun too!
sure it is
He’s such a sis.
You don’t know me at all.
Trying to keep it that way too.
ouch again
yep!
I’m glad your wife got off the meds, i hope her witdthdrawl wasn’t too severe!
I wouldn’t mind putting my wife on some… never mind…
LOL
ssshhhhh
Thinking about putting my wife on something too…or was that some thing?
steady now, tiger…
And now I am running a medical/exercise clinic blog, which was a dating site, formerly a place where mental issues were discussed before it morphed into snake charmer and insect breeder help line after they closed the home for wayward unwed aliens…
So many directions. So little focus.
what’s that?
You were the one with the laundry list of failed blog topics. Don’t try to say you were just kidding. It smacks of shameless pandering to increase blog traffic stats. And I’ll smack if I want.
Smack dab!
You are on my blog… how is that nosy???
It was a typo. I’m sure she meant NOISY. No denying.
true dat
you are in my conversation nosy
Call me NSA..
I have a life… not the one you think I have… but still.
You think any of us give it a thought. Don’t flatter yourself. I suspect whatever it is, it involves San Diego Jail work release.
That was the young me.
You both need to find my feety jammy post and start opening it over and over and commenting on it until it comes back up in my sidebar list!
Don’;t make us work too hard, Nurdlinger. Give us the date.
Now I have to date both of you? Forget it. Even I have a little shame.
Is that and inadequacy euphemism?
maybe
Wives find it amusing to give little things nicknames..
word
no
yes
Decension in the ranks.
Story of my life.
always!
never!
Off Broadway…
rising tide
hair
har
rising damp.
And later. And then still.
Okay by me… I need my hull scraped anyway.
Watch out for The Whale. Nice rug by the way. You might want to take it and have it styled.
I was thinking of taking you and having you styled…
Style I got in spades.
I meant good style… ha!
Always good style. Never without a copt of Strunk and White.
Or Funk and Wagnel.
I’ve been dying to fix his rug! i’m a hairstylist…lol
My hair is fine.
who’s the stylist here?
Are you dissing the hair? Do you remember the pictures of me with really long hair? Nobody messes with the do!
you would love what i would “do” with it!
Okay, Edward Scissorhands.
you know it!
Must make going to the bathroom dangerous.
what i forget now
scissor hands….
oh yes, it would make it an issue, amongst many others…lol
Not if she is a mohelet too by chance.
A what???
right…
One of many fantastic Johnny Depp performances.
Not the best though.
Nobody messes with the do! “Mess” and “do.” You got 2 out of 5 right.
Are we shooting for cheap potty humor now? Because I wrote a novel full of that sh… stuff…
As in the do is a mess, silly boy.
I thought you meant slang for doo doo.
Here come da judge. Here come da judge.
you know it!
Judge not, lest ye be judged!~
what was judging again? so many conversations…
Judge my feety jammy post!!!
*SIGH*
ha
Ditto²!
glad you agree mr. ditto
That’s Mr. Mr. Ditto,
You’re so so alert.
Be alert…The world needs more lerts…
And -wares.
-droit
-nnoying.
-mbedrexterous.
Well that word was certainly brutalized.
heck yeah
lol
To the second power even.
power corrupts, second power corrupts secondarily.
wow i like!
weeeee
Well I’m so pleased you do.
Yes you are.
ha
The feety post is back… open it… comment on it… keep my jammies alive!
i don’t think my eyes can take it!
You may avert them.
like not look at all?
I don’t care. I said open it, not look at it.
why
So it stays on my top posts and pages thing on my sidebar. All these comments on one post make it think that those posts are now more popular. You are skewing my stats.
awwww
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Hey old man you’re getting comments on your post over at my blog, please feel free to answer them!!!!
ok
And he’s the one who replies to all comments. He skewing himself. Don’t look.
Exskews Me?
Now you’re patronizing me. Skew off!
Been there, done that.
i know!
sigh
It’s always someone else’s fault. He and H are a lot alike in that regard.
As long as you know that.
Knowledge born of pain.
As are we all.
somethings gotta change, impeachment maybe?
That already happened. I blame the Canadians.
ya everything’s the Canadian’s faults! pft
They overthrew me!
pft
I ruled the universe.
not
did so
Female and Canadian. You had this coming, Art. Your open border policy encourages this kind of thing.
He so didn’t know what he was getting into! You don’t mess with Canadians!! 😉
The flaming beavers will get you in the end.
pft
That’s the sound they make when you douse them with water.
ha!
indeed
ha
Sounds like it’s time to stock up on the Preparation H.
I was born on the day that came on the market…
Lucky for you parents. They were going to need it. Oh, I even lauged out loud to myself on that one.
I was born to be a pain in the ass to the universe… but the cure was there… sort of a miracle.
So much for peace during El Norte’s three week absence. And now, pinch hitting for El Norte, behindthemaskofabuse. Batter up!
At the plate!
She’s crowdn’ the plate, Art. Brush her back with a high fast one.
slam out of the park
That ball’s OUTTA HERE! Hope that car in the lot had insurance for that windshield.
that’s your car.
And I told you not to park it there, but NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I won’t be lending it to you again. Should have reported it stolen when you left the driveway. You probably jacked up a 7/11 on the way to the game. When my buddy and I went to LA on business, we used to call them Pakistani embassies. It seemed like nobody operated or worked in them. Not racist. Just a valid observation of the times.
It can be both.
Should I pick one?
You don’t have to… that’s the point…
Good, because I was decidedly undecided as to a deciding a decisive decision..
I could go either way…
A man of commitment: that’s what I like about you.
I just commit to both sides. I am that good.
me too, or i’m outta here! lol
pssst… it is a pretend ball…
what?
follow along
it is real
is it?
well of course
Okay then.
you have another comment over here on your post!
I thought they were showing up here. I was gone all day yesterday…. sorry.
no worries, but how dare life get in the way of blogging….lol
Seems so unfair…
it does…lol
ha
Hey… she doesn’t hit like a girl… no fair…
no i don’t!
you… oh never mind.
Another country (so apropos, forgive my French) heard from.
I make fun of the French for a whole chapter in the book.
Just a brief summary, huh?
It implies an ongoing joke.
Which implies something amusing. What’s missing here?
whateverman
Say hi to your wife for me again… I think I am starting to like her better… HA!
I know the feeling. Me too. Mwha hahahahaha. I kill me.
Ha.
And she likes the kickboxing part of the exercise video. Gawd help us. Another one?
I thought of that too.
gasp
ha… I just did my pinch hitler instead of hitter… joke… thing
I could quote Roseanne Roseannadanna here, but don’t have the energy. Losing a lot of blood from a previous wound.
Too much violets on TV…
Never mind.
ha
wah wah whaaaaa
Don’t cry… he’s dead now.
that was not crying
I know crying.
you know nothing…
I am Sgt. Schultz.
who
Seriously? Hogan’s Heroes. Sgt. “I-know-nothink” Schultz.
ummm..
We may have to disown you now… sorry…
cry
Oh stop… you can stay…
phew *wipes tears*
But watch some TV for cryin’ out loud.
t.v.??? but…blogging..
That is a tough one all right.
yes! hey how come you’re not on my fb??
I don’t know…
http://www.facebook.com/buckwheatsrisk?ref=tn_tnmn
http://www.facebook.com/zoego42
I saw it, but I couldn’t figure out how to join or ask you to friend me.
And stop cryin’ out loud. We can’t hear the TV.
How rude.
If she’s gonna keep bawlin’ at least have her go over and turn up the TV.
Right.
You know, kids are okay if you like that kind of thing; but, ever since the televison remote control, cordless phone and dishwasher were invented, what good are they? Who needs ’em.
You did not just go there. I have lost half of my respect for you, and it might have been the good half.
Ask the man who owns one, or four.and seven grandkids.All very good kids. I saw the pictures of you and Willie. He’s a cutie and I can tell you like him al lot and he likes you. Waiting to hear “Uncle Art” aren;’t you.
I am every kid’s uncle.
My wife like the photos. Said you looked like a nice guy. SCORE. Reminded her of me. NOT. She thinks better of me than I deserve.
I am getting mixed messages from that.
She thinks you look like a good guy. I, on the other hand, exist in a state of near constant grace.
I exist in a state near constant grace.
It’s a guy thing then.
must be
Here. Blow. Now go wash your face and redo your eyes. I’m sure Art will give you a sucker…….won’t you Arty Softy.
Don’t like that nickname. I will settle for Arty-fact of the 70’s.
You did let her stay and gave her a sucker though, didn’t you?
Of course. I am the candy man.
So the first sucker assumption WAS right.
Why do you make everything creepy? Say hello to your wife again. And don’t fake it this time. I am going to keep saying hi until she starts reading my blog. Then we can find out what makes you tick.
Done. If she starts reading, much of the fun will stop. She would find much of my self-deprecating stuff to risky to post. You shouldn’t say that. People will think you are gay, unhappy in your marriage, a sex fiend, mean, unkind, a racist, not a true Christian, etc. Better the way it is. Feel free to chat at her and she will tell me to reply like she has, she doesn’t need to read a lot of what goes on.
No eliminating the middle man, huh?
I only show her selected comments when I am on site. I never forward the response emails which could open the entire site to her. I like having a personal life that is me and not always we. If I ever did a blog I don’t know that I would tell her. I may hold some truths to be self-evident, but I sure can’t discuss them with her. We do not disucuss out of wedlock (especially tennage) pregnancy) anymore. Third rail time. I can’t get her to consider that since the female will bear the phyical burden, be visually tagged, and likely be stuck with raising the child alone or with the perhaps reluctant help of her parents she might try to be more resistant to a few minutes of his pleasure. No way that makes sense to her. It’s ALL his fault. Don’t go there anymore.
I don’t even know where I went…
a sucker??!!! i like suckers…
There is one born every minute…
yes there is Aurthor
Aurthor??????????
oops did i spell wrong?
Not if I am somebody else…
ha sorry!
Nobody knows how to spell it. It used to be a common name. Not so much now. Arthur always gets changed to Author. which is sort of funny.
it is actually isn’t it, what did your momma call you when you were in trouble?
When she was mad she couldn’t remember our names. I have three brothers. She would start saying, “George, Pete, Sam, whatever your name is”… None of us were named any of those names.
so my guess is you then ignored it…
Not when she was really mad.
then you ran?
You gotta come back sometime…
then she caught you after you ran?
No… when we came in for dinner.
ahaha so food called your name!
Kid’s gotta eat.
you could have gone to a friends to mooch
He held off ’til now.
is he at your place?
Shhhhhh… I’m hiding in his attic…
i won’t tell shhh
I went to a friend’s to smooch.
Until I was 18?
still
I got married to hide.
Good way to loose your hide.
Been there, done that.
Ditto. A bargin at the time.
or be cooked for
all kinds of good reasons.
lol
She probably called the police.
now there’s a strong possibility!
Oh you people. The neighbors called them.
why do i believe that?!
Because you know more of the story.
moi
oui
hee hee
wee wee
No she didn’t. She didn’t need to.
Funny how that works.
purhapz
perchanz to dreem?
well i’m allowed one mistake a lifetime 😉
a day…
no too perfect for that
I never disagree with a lady… especially a crazy one…
good choice!
The only choice.
you know it!
I do.
INCOMIING! Under your desk. Duck and cover.
It was a dud… ha!
Did you live through those days in grade school of crouching under your desk while covering you head in anticipation of being atomically evaoporated? The 50’s we remember so fondly.
No… too busy with the Vietnam war.
We’re talking 50′, not the 60’s. I tried to join for the GI bill. Failed the physical. Then they try to draft me later. Go figure. Fail again, Duh. So they take away the 1Y and give me a 4F. So I go around trying to find a job in the 60’s with a bunch of WWII HR guys reflecting upon the opinions of 4F’s from their day: the guy back home wetting the bed and making it with their girl. Hopefully not at the same time.
Hopefully not.
Didn’t go. Never have served. Women and children before my eyesight. Went to The Wall in DC. If you have any compassion at all, you can’t help but cry and wonder why. Democracy is safe for the world and Vietnam though. I told by best friend who went I was sorry I didn’t. He said don’t be. Moving on.
Soon we can have a new wall for the new wars…
That is what she said. Must be the Ca Na Di An spelling.
There was no ‘eh’ in it.
Feeble try. I think i win this round for this reply.
If it makes you feel better.
Mmm. Yes.
I don’t know which way to go with this: Art, candy and little girls OR liking suckers and also Art in that metaphorical sense. But wait. Here we can do both. No wonder I like it here so much.
You always go straight to the gutter.
The bar here is set more for limbo than pole vaulting.
Then step over it.
ahaha go with Art!
Stop making me sound creepy…
who?
All of you.
all of us what, sadly i forget…lol rough day
Forgetting is a way of life here. Just move on.
annnddd moving!
Wise choice. I’m moving in the direction of seeing The Heat today. Have a bang up (weak, but appropriate) day.
otay panky
Tomorrow. You made it I rain here and everybody decided to stay indoors. Turned and left. Less bodies when they all have to go back to their respective salt mines tomorrow..
Well we do need salt.
ha i’m Canadian, so no special day here, we had ours already.
the heat?
The Heat. Comedy movie. Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. Looks good. Google the trailer.
NO day is special in Canada.
ha! pft
You might want to check. Sounds like you sprung a leak.
moi?
That sounds like sticky lips.
eh?
that other sound besides the pft
gurgleoid?
Yes. We have a winner.
me!
Pft.
ahaha see, now you are converted to the “pft” religion! mawahaha
“Well that’s it, boys. I’ve been redeemed. The preacher’s done warshed away all my sins and transmissions. It’s the straight and narrow from here on out, and heaven everlasting’s my reward”
preach it brotha!
converted and perverted at the same time.
no comment
Well done.
Secrets out.
We have no secrets here.
That’s all there is to it???
Some get their everlastin’ reward sooner than others. Just depends on how long the preacher holds you under.
Holds me under what???
Water. The quote was from the baptism scene in O’ Brother.
My memory does not allow me to memorize everything I hear.
Or little else.
Now you are getting it.
oh lord
yes?
ha
How may I help you?
She beat you to it… now say three holy moleys and count 50 sheep.
we need new sounds.
I just made one.
whoa… it came with a smell too…
That’s what I always say.
Happens with age.
I get it.
Gave up coughing, sneezing and laughing for that very reason. Don’t take a lot of quick, deep breaths either.
Pay attention. You would be horrible on Jeopardy…
Wrong. Sorry.
(BEEP) WHO would be horrible in Jeopardy?
Right, Dan.
Thank you, Alex.
Art, you must phrase your answer as a question.
I am making a gesture at you… in the form of a question.
Remember? You bawled. Art caved, gave you a sucker and let you stay. Please stand, remove that silly beret, place your hand over your heart and follow along with Art and me.
“OH ho say can you see, by the dawns early light; ♪ ♫ ♪” LOUDER please. We can’t hear you. Get El Norte to join in with you. This is her favorite. “What so proudly we hailed….. ♪ ♫ ♪” You’re gonna love the fireworks at he end.
at the twilight’s last gleaming,whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming
and the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air gave proof through the night that our flag was still there
Oh say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave
Now….Oh Canada, our home and native land, true patriot love in all our sons command…”finish it!”
And then light the beavers.
ya that’s it….not
Stand back, please.
Canadian fireworks…
nope
Hold those colors high.
That color change of your complexion is the result of cyanosis. I suggest you take a series of deep breathes and stop holding them waiting for Art and me to sing along.
ha you don’t know the song!
Another of God’s blessings bestowed on America.
Nobody does.
how sad
not really
ya really
We got rockets and bombs in our anthem… what you got?
I hear we aren’t letting any more Northerners in… so…
FINALLY! Two too many already.
oh wow
It’s a movie… what do you do all day???
Really? Seems pretty obvious to me. Comment/Reply. Lather Rinse Repeat. Trying to dissociate from her geographic curse . That is her Canadian day.
Sssshhh… they don’t know it’s a curse.
blog
Okay.
what else is there?
Oh… you know…
nope
Duh. Survey says…..
right you understand unlike Art..
He’s pretty tall to stand under much.
i’ll bet my Hubby has him beat at 6ft8
Ding ding ding. Winner. Life being what it is, that makes you about 5’3″-5’5″.
nope, 5’1
AHAHAHAHAHAHA. 1’7″. So sorry. My wife and i miss my about a foot and it has it’s challenging moments, even some horizontal ones.
Lol, i understand!
I don’t… I don’t want to either…
okay
alrightythen….
Calm down. That’s it. Not even a joke; more and observation.
It is hard to keep up with all 50 conversations and be funny on each one.
Follow my lead.
I didn’t even know you had one…
Not to put to fine a point on it, but EXACTLY
fizzle
I’ll lead. Try not to count out loud and stay off of my toes.
ha
oh… woops
no jokes no jokes no jokes
that’s right bite your tongue!
Mild tongue biting: ecstacy. Well, she brought it up.
brought it up eh
Lets see if we can get the right username up instead of Dave 2
uh yeah
Working on it.
Men working.
And women picking nits. (What a nasty little phrase that is. I hate to think of the etymological origin behind it. Like “coming to a head.”)
Then don’t.
bedhead?
I still like Forehead better.
forbedhead?
How about Harry?
lol
The Scalp.
Skirting
You want your nickname to be skirting???
DOH!
…………………..
A princely choice.
You would take it that way.
Would and did.
You will be crowned.
Game. Set. Match.
right
Yeah, you’re definitely looking to start something.
well yeah
Speaking of attitude. Went to see The Heat today. Director got a little crazy with Melissa McCarthy and excessive profanity. Went way to far even for character exposition. The profanity (F bombs among other crudities) detracts from her performance. She should have done a better job watching out for her image. She won’t be showing that to the kids anytime soon. Doubt she will trust that director again. Still a likable role, but not sure she shouldn’t have reeled it in a little. People who like her series may be disturbed at first. Too bad. Not a bad flick otherwise. Sandra Bullock is looking like an older woman; not OLD, just older. If you go, don’t leave when the end credits start to roll. There’s an Easter egg.
you saw what?
Don’t hurt your pretty little head…
never
I think I smell smoke.
plug your nose
Plug your ears.
Life would be so much simpler for men if women did just put a plug in it. This entrance closed.
Bold words.
Imminent conflagration.
Watch the beaver… more skating…
She’s too busy hurting ours.
hurting your what?
Do your parents know you’re on the computer.
my parents don’t even know where i am..
I think I should be sorry that’s the case, even if it is what you desire.
thank you 🙂 (abusive people had to make the choice)
What she said.
Good choice.
I will skirt the edge but never Lemming right off of it.
Didn’t mean for that comment to be a trigger. I’ve had it happen here before too. Shut me down for a bit.
She comes from a bad place… moving slowly to better places… that is what makes her special… and maybe a little delicate…
You’ll see shorty I appreciate that. Forgive us for talking about you in this way BTMOA, like you a topic and not a person. We just need to come to an understanding.
I like understanding stuff.
no worries, no trigger, just informing you. 🙂
Oh, she does desire that.
Oh… right… dude… you should read a few of her posts for context here…
HA!!!!!
I can’t take much more of this.
sure you can
Do I have a choice.
true
oh oh… that was a mistake wasn’t it? I take it back…
This is soooooooo challenging. THE movie. THE Heat. So much effort. So little return.
lol while i haven’t heard of it before now, i do enjoy that it also gives you a hard time…lol
She enjoys no knowing stuff… how do we deal with that???
ha i have two men stumped
Like it’s the first time.
true it’s not that difficult
Sure it is.
not
Whose she calling stumpy? She must have peeked.
*wink*
Ren and Stumpy.
By taking solace in knowing we are not that poor 6ft8 shlub married to her. What did he do in a past life to deserve this? Must have been a horse trader. She must have Google on speed dial on her Iphone.
Don’t get personal.
Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed NOOOOOOOOOOOOT!
mawahahaha!
She needs to just Google stuff.
You know don’t you that she is going to ask you what you mean by “Google” just to be frustratingly annoying.
No doubt.
She sort of has the reputation for that now. Too bad.
Why is this not a surprise?
you tell me
TELL HER!
tell me what?
I forget.
me too yeash
ha
Same here. (Maybe that will appease her.)
We could all just forget all of it.
Sigh, yet again.
Don’t hyperventilate!
I’ll be gasping for air befoe this is over, I’m sure.
or passed out cold
You know, I’m having as much fun as you are, but I don’t think this is you want to be doing. Would that be right?
say wha? lol
That question was actually rhetorical and not for you to answer to me, but to ask yourself.
crap i forget what the question was
No. You’re dodging it.
i truly forget..bad memory
She forgets she has a bad memory.
yes
Worthy of Neil Simon.
Her memory or my joke???
The joke silly boy. Very good word play. Seriously.
Thank you. I do what I can.
She plays hard ball and dodge ball.
Of course you did.
of course i did~
Question was like “Are you sure you want to be doing this,” re our bantering back and forth. It was the nature of the bantering I was concerned about and how you might perceive it.
We all get carried away… no harm… no foul…???
My hope exactly.
It will be fine.
i responded to this on your other response
That wont confuse her at all…
He is exposing his soft white underbelly…
that’s scary
I see fleas.
at least it’s not spiders!
spiders… wait till tomorrow morning…
oh no i hate spiders but don’t mind spider monkey’s 😉
Now you get both.
lol emailed you
ok… busy day… I will try to get to it.
you’re so popular…
Big daughter is in town… sister in law moving to Hawaii… but I got to the email.
wow so she is moving. glad big daughter (is that her Indian name?) is in town
Heap big daughter…
Heap big daughter eh?
yup
lol
Look at the new post… it will take your mind off spiders… maybe…
The problem was that it was getting scary. We were having fun flirtatious banter and enjoying it. I did this with someone else recently and it crossed some boundaries with the two of us and I nearly lost someone I wanted as a friend. She was more vulnerable than I knew and got more invested than she should have as did I. As much fun as I was having and as flattering as it was having you tease with me, I was flashing back to that experience. I was afraid what we were doing might not be healthy for you given your history: i.e. was I encouraging you to act out. I didn’t want to harm you so I stopped and asked you in a roundabout way if it was okay for you to be doing it. I have a way of getting too intimate with people, especially women. I wanted it to be your call and a healthy call. I didn’t want you to feel like I was a predator either. We all like flattering attention from others and you were giving it. I just didn’t want you crossing any personal boundaries. If you’re secure with the play, rock on. If you’re not sure, we won’t go there again.
I also didn’t want Art feeling like I would use his blog in a way that would take advantage of or hurt his friends. I wasn’t sure what was happening with you so I shut it down. It was fun and flattering though. Thanks fo making me feel younger than my years. Snakes and tats, huh?
I think we are with you on all of that. We really are friends here. And it is just so much fun to do the flirty/sexy banter. I mean, when me and you talk about wearing skirts and other stuff, I know you aren’t coming on to me… you aren’t, are you? Because sadly, I am at a point in my life where I would enjoy being flirted with by anybody… or anything… 700 pound male alien? Bring it on, Baby.
And I think… I am not speaking for her… but I think she knows we just like her a lot, and being boys, get carried away. But yes, sweetheart…(this part is for her, so calm down)… you have to tell us if we cross a line. We wouldn’t hurt you for anything in the world. You are special to us. Why else would we put up with… uh… I mean… spend all this time doing these crazy comment wars.
What you said in spades, Sweetheart. Oh, the sweetheart was for her. I forgot.
sigh
Too me it was never flirting, it’s just banter, and was never a problem for me, I just don’t respond when I’m not comfortable with something. It sounds like it was more of a problem for you. Thank you for being aware and respectful however.
It is easy to get caught up in the words.
We have a surrender flag…
Either way.
Wilem Befoe???
Huh?
You spelled befoe instead of before… or she did…
Well, you’re still hogging the spell check.
It is like a miracle. I can use big words again. Sometimes correctly.
But ventilate.
say wha?!
wha
Got anything for pain handy?
Of course
Your blog. You should.
I should, but I don’t always.
Why does this keep convoluting and turning in on itself? “….a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.”
Like sushi
Remember that prophetic “circle” comment now?
I do.
you’ll get used to this if you stay around long enough..
We don’t really get used to it so much as resigned to it.
pft
oh yeah
Get resigned or get impeached. What’s an effective leader to do.
I can get both.
Seriously considering resigning. I can’t take much more of this:The Death of 1,000 Cuts.
That’s what I said.
Pft
what he said
Maybe it is.
put up your dukes… ha… we can just talk with expressions she doesn’t get… we will be like the Wind Talkers.
so that’s how it is now eh?!
I have to take turns taking sides… I am the host…
pft peace maker, people pleaser? lol
It is only fair.
“…when she told me how to walk this way, she told me to walk this way.”
If I could walk that way…
They make a special coat for that, Benedict.
That’s Mr. Arnold!
Beat her to it.
yup
As if it were ever any other way.
you think you know…bedhead
Tell me. What am i missing?
context?
interest? desire? patience?
ouch
good point
Eh? HA
Wind Talkers… she has no idea what those are…
Wind Talking starts with a big pot of pinto beans……….let’s have a little fun with her.
Gas attack…
Ha.
I believe you have my response.
It is down there somewhere.
No. Down there is my “special purpose.”
wow
I already set that issue straight.
Fourhead? 4head?
The ubiquitous “Sigh”
It is not.
That’s HIM. I’m forehead. Are you trying to start something?
I am Deadhead…
I could get behind that.
I called it… and it’s true…
yeah
Well, let the games begin. Strap on your breastplate and pick up your sword and shield.
My breastplate has extra meat on it… HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not guilty. Just sitting here minding my own business. Remember where this started.
Once again you rise above the muck and mire.
get on the horse
The high horse.
he is
Backhead.
or blackhead
oh no you di’in’t…
what if i did?
That’s fine… it wasn’t aimed at me.
Thanks Tonto.
From Toronto.
She did. And I was concerned about skirting.
Skirt steak.
Isn’t she due another dose of meds, Nurse Ratched?
i am i am..a rye and ginger would be good!
Rye. That’s that Ca Na Di An crap. You need some good Kentucky bourbon made with corn mash.
do you mash it with our feet?
It’s a crushied corn, yeast and other things mixed and fermented in a vat. A first stage of making bourbon.
so you’ll be sending me some of this American drink?!
I can see where you could be dangerous.
moi?
Very much so.
Driving a car?
That would be illegal.
ha
Tax evasion. Jail time and fine. Come and get me, coppers.
You say that now.
I had Kinkypoo joy juice… they use psilocybin mushrooms as a base instead of corn mash.
I step on mine all the time… oh… wait… you mean the whiskey…
ha
I got a story about that…
Let’r rip.
You missed my secret blog. I told all the stories of my past… with pictures…
Dang!
You have no idea.
gingerryele
ya sort of
exactly.
She is on a slow drip.
You did say “bite your tongue.”
She says stuff… what can we do?
Put her in tme out?
Or TMI out.
SmOOth.
sMooTh
Cute
That too.
i did
She did.
See. I told you she started it. They’re both trouble makers. It’s your blog. DO something!
I am… racking up over 900 comments on one post… winning…
Bye, bye. WARNING and sock monkey.
Not even close.
yeah it’s your blog Art do something
Is that the Swiss flag I see? Where is the Burning Beaver banner.
My Swiss flag is made out of cheese.
pft
She’s a mixer alright.
Deja Vu again.
yes shall i mixer you a drink?
yes
what’s your style?
Having no style.
Frozen Pina Coloda with double pineapple wedge and don’t forget the little umbrella.
want a cherry with that?
With stem. Can you tie it in a knot with you tongue? I’ve watched as someone did it.
i’ll never tell
Is she knotty or nice?
I bet they cheated.
Not my mother.
Oh… right…
She’s the only person I have ever seen do it. Not that a lot of others in my life have tried. She usually shuts ’em all down. I have no idea how long she practiced that trick or why she wanted to do it in the first place. My guess is some little babette did it in front of my dad and her and she wasn’t going to be bested..
We all have our little tricks.
Uh, yeah.
are you spoiled
No… I keep myself in Tupperware.
eww
For freshness.
or mold
well… yeah…
Don’t foget to burp.
I never do.
That sounds good
This is just going in a circle.
well, fix it!
I ain’t no square.
sigh
Art Browne for the X and the win, Peter.
XXX
Well Cocky Locky lives. Take that.
I can’t take that.
what he said
She’s struttin’ it now.
you know it
It’s so hard to tell.
It is sadly amusing to watch her do it with just one stiletto on. Upitty downity. A little too much rye in the ginger.
Good exercise though
Tag team.
what you said
I didn’t say anything.
Wait ’til you see how prophetic this circle reference is.
Will it go ’round in circles?
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?
Oh, now I wish I had learned how to do those musical notes… dang it.
Will it go ’round in circles? ♪ ♫ ♪
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky? ♪ ♫ ♪
There. Just cos I likes you so much.
Repost if it will make you feel better.
I don’t need to now. But thanks.
Okay people… we are skirting very close to the edge here.
yes
And user brought his own skirt… ha!
And I make it look GOOD too.
I have to admit…
Watch the edge of your skirt.
Ha… I saw you doing that already… bazinga…
I actually held off from the first opportunity and then moderated it a bit. Read your post on her blog.
You are a gentleman and a scholar.
Recalls my reply to you about making an unintentional slight which you probably don’t remember. Had a good zinger but thought better.
I never think better.
I wouldn’t know… I don’t have a mild tongue.
Noticed that.
word
ow
Moi?
No… me…
HA!!!!!
That is just wrong.
what is?
Who knows.
I stand under a cloud of suspicion…
I am not here to understand things!!!
we know
Good thing. “A man’s got to know his limitations.”
lol
But not as well as a woman knows a man’s limitations…
ha
indeed.
I know both of mine.
good one
She is a barrel of laughs to hang out with.
Not a mixer………like some.
A Tom Mixer.
She wont get that one, will she?
Unless she’s a Beatle’s movie fan.
She is living in her own little Canadian world.
Let It Be.
There will be an answer…
Actually that should be Beatles’, not Beatle’s. Ask H, You can find her in HER own little Canadian world. The two of them make it seem like a very good place not to be.
It’s like those little plastic snow globes you shake…
Rosebud……
She wont get that one, I bet… too old a movie.
SCORE!
Too easy.
I forgot to move on.
I’m sure we sent you the same memo everyone else got who is now here while you are there.
I go my own way… at my own speed.
But in what direction?
Who cares?
Stop talking about windowless vans… candy… girls… suckers… octopi… and me… like that…
pft you like being talked about!
Yeah. Pft.
As a saint. Not a creeper.
But not like that!
whatever
whatever nothin
or something
or nothin
Can you say paranoid boys and girls? That’s right. I knew you could.
Who said that?
Baddabing.
Good answer.
Bor-or-is the spider. Bor-or-is the spider. Ceepy. Crawly. Creepy. Crawly. Creepy. Creepy. Crawly Crawly….♪ ♫ ♪
Alice… we used to sing that drunk in the cemetery in high school days.
The Who.
Dang it…
Pushover!
Turnover!
Roll over.
Beethoven.
I mean after all, I watch the Red Green show out of a sense of bipartisanship. How about a little reciprocation here?
Bireciprication?
Is that as kinky as it sounds? You’re such a good host. You just keep an open door to the zinger room. That’s the secret sauce to your blog’s success..
I leave it open to lure people in… like a bug zapper…
Have you seen that battery powered bug zapper that looks like and 1/4 size tennis racquet?
Yes. You can link some of them on the interwebs and keep score with people.
Getting really annoyed typing and when I mean an, also typing becasue when I mean because. Not like I didnn’t learn to touch type decades ago.
I use two fingers when I am having a good day.
Pass. Raising the bar for today.
You are maturing before my eyes.
Who is this person??? How can she not know?
A Ca Na Di An. What more do you need to know. End of story. Digital immigration reform will get my vote in the next presidential election.
I am humming the Immigrant song.
Watch an episode of Hogan’s Heroes…
You’re pulling teeth here. Like the Stooges, Hogans Hero’s is a guy thing I guess. Though I am not a Stooge aficionado or fan.
Me neither.
who?
Google it.
Pinch hitler…
It is actually very creative of you. Got today’s say-something-nice-to-someone-today out of the way now. Moving on.
Thanks.
Give me your tired, your poor… but not too poor…
Just send me the ones that are yearning and wanting to huddle..
Oh you…
I”m just that way. A touchy-feely kind of guy.
So I’ve heard.
pft pft pft. It sounded like so much fun it had to do it too. pft pft pft. Whee!
it is isn’t it?! glad you are on board!
Till you have to walk the plank.
well not me
we will see
Joy. Do I get to wear a pirate shirt with blousy sleeves and ruffled cuffs and some tight knee britches?
I would rather you didn’t…
No problem for you. I have my own from the last time I played cabin boy..
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…???
Wet pirate shirt contest!!! Can the girls play too?
This isn’t Hooters.
Well, why the yello and orange palm trees out front?
Because it’s California.
You must have native island girls if you play pirate. You simply must.
Get your mind out of the scuppers
like an old steam engine
As a guy into sound, did you ever walk past a display line of running steam engines at a fair or farm show? All those chugs, putts, pops, pfts, and wheezes. One time I walked along side a belt driven bailer. Started a the PTO flywheel on the tractor; followed the long belt back to the bailer and walked along the bailer. Every few feet a different mechanical sound. Fascinating.
I have done that.
Really neat, isn’t it?
I like sounds.
Notice again how he absolves himself.
More like disolve…
Shhh. We need the element of surprise if we are to succeed.
right on the down low!
low down
I’ll be discretely getting in touch with some independent contractors and calling in some markers.
shhhh, type quietly there are listening ears with bed head hair around..
and bedroom eyes…
we wouldn’tknow
just as well
From looking over window sills.
You make it sound creepy
Oh, creepy is in the eye of the beholder.
I would rather be holding a flaming beaver.
We must be vewy, wewy qwiet.
yes it’s wabbit season…heh heh heh
Are they ever out of season?
no not when the Elmer Fudd fan is around!
Right.
weawy?
Picky. Picky. No wonder the stats are nose-diving on WARNING. This one will be next.
Never mess with a man’s stats.
Exhibting a little hemophobia are we. Was that good or what. There should be a reply Hall of Fame to enshrine that.
Hemophobia? I am scared of blood?
NO. Hemo-STAT. Do I have to draw a picture for a jewel like that. Sheesh.
oh… duh…
Permenant markers… ha
He goes for the change up pitch: Since you brought it up. On a womans magazine site I saw this article about different things to do. One of them was write and draw on your bodies with Crayola invisible iridescent markers and then hit the bed with a black light on.
I like to blow up glow in the dark condoms…. oh forget it.
Now you got me started. When I was a kid, welI so what if it was only couple of days ago. Anyway, I wasted a perfectly good latex codom by putting it on the bathtub faucet and filling it to bursting.. No man alive has to worry about blowing a condom apart.
No man that you know… ha
I have spys everywhere.
Keep telling yourself that.
They keep telling me that.
Speaking of “they.” I did a job at Quanticco a few years back. There was a frame printing on the wall from a Marine general that said (paraphrased by me): “All my life I have heard ‘they’ want this done and ‘they’ want that done. Now I am ‘they’ and it will be done.”
I like it.
Me too. Is there a “me three” out there?
I never get caught up in politics.
Too much time involved. Perhaps something involving a guy in a Ghilliey suit from a 1000 yards out.
That was a cheap shot… get it…?
Any guy who can guarantee one shot/ one kill from 1000 out ain’t gonna be cheap.
good point
Since most of the interested parites will already be here, do you mind if I hijack a little space and put up a non-profit donation site. Should’t take too long. That would be 1-800 ONE SHOT.
So now I am a clearing house for soldiers of fortune.
Not to worry. It’ll all be over soon. If I can just get $10 a head from the 977 other amazing followers, for just under 10 grand BTMOA and I will soon be in power. That’s $10 X 979 amazing followers: $9790. If you throw in your $10, we’ll have $9800. Think about it. It’s tax deductible.
Is this even legal???
Legality is not a question with a national security black op. Just ask Eric Holder and company.
You got me there.
He’s a stat bully. That’s why.
Silence!
sure is
I never am.
There goes Roy Hobbs; best there never was.
I never was either, but I wasn’t that good at it.
He doesn’t care about you or me. It’s about the stats. That love letter of a poem to all of us was just more shameless hustle to keep the flock in the pen.
You say that like it’s a bad thing…
Ergo the everpresent sunglasses.
Now my comments to you are going very slowly… you just need to move around more.
Noticed the same thing with the last 5 or so comments. Must be a WP thin as the thread builds and bloats. Perhaps I will try going of IE to Firefox and see if it might be a browser issue.
It means that somewhere, tiny robots are fighting.
i know he’s going to have to start providing him for his followers, if he keeps this up!
There is a box of them by the door.
are they see through? the glasses
Some are.
ahhhh!
Nobody liked my post where I removed all the telephone wires? What up with that?
Can’t say. Haven’t looked.
*sob*
Justice is blind.
Testy, testy. At least you don’t look like Brian Grazer. This guy is in his 60’s with punk rock hair.
Okay. Here I am. I tried to find the footy one first. Gone like you said so I saw an opportunity to begin anew. Guess what. This is now much, much quicker. The speed issue, for me anyway, must have to do with the size of that blog “file” and the post getting bloated.
Were you retaining water?
My gravatar used to be one of those quilt pattern things. I am a pretty private person and don’t really want my image floating around and have caught a little flack for it. On day after getting out of the shower and just pushing my hair back, I thought I would take a webcam photo of it. I mailed it to one of my favorite bloggers who agreed I should use if for my gravatar. I should shot a new one with better color. This one looks like I was in a tanning bed a bit too long or had a bit too much to drink. I have entrusted only one blogger with a full face photo. She felt I was perhaps hiding something about myself since I can be evasive about specifics. It was a very big step for me. I put a lotr of trust in this person and still do. Maybe some day I won’t care how my posts may affect people I know and will put up a pic. Interestingly though, we all may listen first and evaluate later if we are not aware of race, sex, or age and an anonymous username and gravatar could work to advance society.
i hear you i’m annon. too…i was meaning i wanted to mess with “A’s” wig! lol
I knew you meant him. I just thought I would play my offense before he put me on defense. He picks on my hair a lot. He and H (El Norte, the whale) call me Forehead. My wife does my hair. How private am I? I just about said how many years and changed it. I try to keep her even more anonymous than me. There are things I post about us at times, but try to stay as ambiguous as possible. I try to respect her privacy.
yes he can be a real pain in the butt can’t he and he shouldn’t be one to talk…LOL
believe me i know how important being anon is…i don’t go by my real name…no pics either
Everything about me is made up. I am a 79-year-old grandmother of 16 living in Cuba. I just steal these pictures ofrom other blogs.
You’re the one El Norte went to visit last month when she went to Cuba, that commie sympathizer. I thought you died earlier this year when she went to her grandmothe’s funeral.
I am not her grandmother. Don’t get crazy on me now.
uh huh
Is that anyway to talk to an old lady?
why are you calling him an old lady?
I meant me… sort of..
uh huh
dang straight.
Goes back to his comment about him actually being a 78 year-old grandmother in Cuba with 16 grandchildren who stole the “Art” id photos from other sites. I assure you he now doesn’t know what he was talking about either. I guess that has become my job here.
ahaha right! yes we need someone to remind us of what we speak!
Speak for yourself.
when i remember i will…
That is the secret.
lol
Taken to its most logical conclusion..
Then don’t.
Never
Not ever?
Not ever, however. To endeavor forever never and ever
sever the lever
You complete me… you explain me…
Don’t lay that burden on me.
Eric Burden?
I absolutely hated playing House of the Rising Sun and we played it at every gig. That boring chord progression over and over and over. The drummer hated playing Wipe Out over and over and over. His vote didn’t count though. Only the musicians in the band got to vote.
Drummers… sheesh…
Experts at passing. I’m in the band therefore I am a musician. Thump, bam, crash. What key was that again? Always forte, if not molto forte.
molto bene forte
And you’re a tortellini too.
I just sort of noodle around.
I am going to the fair today, so if you keep talking, I wont get back to it till later.
Like next month?
Don’t get snippy…
Hey, we could call you foreskin if that’s any better…
Remember, you started this, fourchette.
Forescore, and seven beers ago.
A misnomer in this ccase. Remeber the mohelet comment about BTMOA. I’m not Jewish though.
Am I supposed to be remembering stuff… because I don’t do that…
Thank God she’s not her to pick up on that remark. If I were Jewish Orthodox that would be G-d.
How about forelorn?
That is Mr. “A’s” to you! Respect.
bawahahaha
simmer down
well you’re the one making us laugh
That is my job
did i say laugh , i think i meant cry…
I can make you do that too. I am that good.
ha chew
Gus Undheight.
danka
Ich bin ein tortellini
Spinach to match your complexion and stuffed with cheese?.
Spinach for me muskles.
eh?
?he
Oh btw, keeping checking for the next couple of days for responses on your post, lots often happen over night and into the second-third day
Ok.
Id est: she isn’t interested in cleaning up your messes for the next week or two.
Somebody has to.
Don’t humor him.
good point!
right?
But be funny.
Ditto.
he had that coming
No he didn’t
yes you did
did he?
Ditto.
Incognitto
notice how he can’t help himself but eventually hack into others conversations??
On my blog.
so…lol
i don’t thankfully see any P.J’s
It is the one called… warning, this post contains some of the most disturbing images…etc… if it isn’t in the list of top posts to the right you have to search for it. We will wait.
ummmmm…noooo….seen it once..
You aren’t getting my point at all.
i think i am
just stubborn then
Of course she isn’t. She can’t see the top of your head.We’ve had this discussion before. And it is an IE browser issue. I am on Firefox now and zipping right along. It does function a bit differently so there is a wee bit of a learning curve going between email and the blog. A little clumsier than IE, but definitely quicker.
Tech stuff… you might as well be speaking Latin.
When I use Microsoft Internet Explorer to access the net and my yahoo mail and then link to your site to comment things bog down as the comment file on a specific post builds. Haven’t noticed if that’s related to the number of comments/replies posted or the length of them. Yesterday when things slowed down for 4 or 5 replies in a row, I closed IE and used Firefox as a browser to access the net and my mail. Things sped up considerably going between mail and your blog. If you are still experiencing slow response, close IE and use Firefox instead. Most people prefer Firefox anyway. I just use IE because I am used to it and know how to exercise some control over it.
You know stuff… that’s cool.
I’m cool.
Of course you are
Sir. Of course you are, SIR. The things I have to put up with.
It could be worse.
Likely WILL be. Don’t sugar-coat it.
That wasn’t suger… it was crack dust.
Crack dust?. How long since you last bathed. Probably cobwebs on the front side. Now, you know that was funny. Don’t pretend it wasn’t. I see the milk coming out of your nose.
You work well with my material, yes.
Learning from the master. Worse is cola. Burns.
I am learning too.
What, new bad habits?
That too.
I thought that sounded right too:.the disturbing images warning.
I wouldn’t just put that out there with no warning.
totally!
Is hell freezing over yet?
I don’t care… I have feety jammies and a monkey hat to keep me warm.
As well as under institutional observation.
True
Google shameful and inappropriate sock monkey footies photos. Or just go to Wikipedia and search “distasteful” and the photos will come up.
I want to go viral.
not surprising!
yes it is
Such a sad little existence.
Better than none at all.
what is? i forget…lol
give me strength…
okay shazam..strength
Hey… that worked.
i knew it would
alrightythen
Captain Marvel, huh. I’m a Wonder Woman guy myself. I was a Superman guy until puberty hit. The rest is herstory. In superhero costumes, sometimes less is really, really more.
ahaha totally less is more!
wow again.
At a Little Caesar’s Pizza near me, the counter girl wore a Wonder Woman costume to work last Halloween. I was ready to go buy one for my wife.
Steady on…
Just waiting for Halloween this year. Target here I come.
It’s for your wife… that’s your story… stick to it.
Sticky? Mmmm. Yes.
ha
oh wow
I liked the suliminal implication the double “really” alluded too. Well, maybe not all that subtle.
suliminal should be a real word…
Don’t ask me why I don’t always use the spell check I so highly promote. That was supposed to be subsemenal. NO, subseminal. Submenamal. Oh crap. Like so often said on this blog, I forgot.
It was substantial.
Well kiddos. I have to go play grown up for a while. Later.
He isn’t a grown up, but he plays one on TV
Don’t be waiting on me today either. Time to be the bread winner. Gotta go do a concert in and out.Won’t be around much, if at all. Just happy to be working.
You go bring home the bacon… and fry it up in the pan.
You can make it one. It is YOUR blog after all. For a wee bit longer anyway. What is that burning smell blowing down from the north?
oh crap
Or cyanide.
I am trying to cut down.
“My, my, my.” Petty. Petty. Petty. Next he’ll be pulling an H and taking his blog and running home.
uh… I am home..
Hasn’t the jailer called for lights out yet?
No, she went to… hey…
I answer all comments.
i rest my case
Rest your face… ha!
okay how
Just stop moving it?
what?
your face… to rest it…
okay
Guilty as charged. The court thanks the ladies and gentlemen of the jury….
I even feel guilty.
yes we do!
no we don’t
Like he runs the joint.
i know right?!
somebody has to.
has to what, it’s tomorrow now and i forget…
Do it anyway… whatever it is…
Here it really doesn’t matter. He’s the only one keeping score anyway.
true dat!
psssssssssss
WordPress keeps score for me.
Let’s drop our drawers and moon him.
See… this is what he does…
Don’t look, Ethel. Instead of warning you to avert your eyes like earlier, he encouraged you to look. Maybe he liked what he saw?
You are just a trouble maker.
And you did like it.
I did.
And she did peek.
who knows
The all-seeing eye sees all; knows all.
Till you stick a finger in it.
So when I was a kid, well again maybe last week, I was waiting in line at a movie theater and they had the stanchions and velvet ropes up. I was fiddling around and stuck my finger down in the hole that held the hook for the rope. Got it stuck big time. No water or soap. Can’t hardly be spitting on it in front of everybody. One thing for sure; I’m damn tired of dragging the thing around everywhere I go.
ummmmm…you go ahead!
Ha!
Okay, butt no peeking.
this is going somewhere dark…
I don’t like tight spaces all that much anyway.
really???
You can’t park a stretch limo in a compact car space.
You sure can.
That’s stretching things a bit too much.
Well I’m rubber and you’re glue…
And this is beginning too get weird.
gotta start somewhere.
no worries there! he’s already burned my eyes his his dumb footsie pj’s
I can pull that look off.
ummm….
hey
Just don’t pull off the footie pj’s.
You have to sooner or later.
Dr. “Jackson” Browne.
what what
What, what what?
exactly
That’s what I thought.
I just work here. As the bouncer.
Kind of like Tigger?.
I am a hoppy boy!
Fritto
So does this mean that you aren’t an Oompa Loompa???
Yeppa leppa.
or so you say.