...nudge...NUDGE!

Paul turned out to be something other than what he represented. Gee, am
I surprised?

Baby, to hell with this game...

You're HOT!

I am NOT telling which sign I am, but I'll admit that it's me to a
"T"!!!

Need to copy and paste that to my victims...

surprise = oh NO!

King, there we go...on the same page again!

devil's food = sinners

Hey, Tiano!


cream filling = You called? LOL!!! Sorry, I'm in a mood. I'll get
over it.

cream filling = Twinkie!

rubbing belt buckles = two steppin'

funnies = SPEEDOs!

I agree... now, I'm BACK in BLACK!

I used to work in Washinton, DC and once a week would treat myself to a
$3 cone of mixed, colorful flowers from a street vendor. Just one of
those little colorful gifts that would surprise me when I woke up and
saw them. Back then, the guys I saw would rather be caught dead than
hold a flower...LOL!

This past summer, a guy who is over in Iraq working private sector saw
me online and started pursuing me. I mean...he never let up, not for a
minute! After two months of him calling from over there a couple times
a week, he asked for an address to send me something. I wouldn't give
him the home addy, and I worked for attorneys ~ so I gave the firm's
address.

Every Monday morning for 2 months, a dozen roses would arrive. First
red, then yellow, then lavendar, black, deep purple, white with purple
ruffles, peach. I'll tell ya, I got really tickled when the delivery
man walked up the sidewalk (the florist was 6 doors down), and the
senior and associate partners took new notice of me. I mean, if a man
thought enough of me to spend a fortune in flowers, I must be something
special, right? Once when we'd had a disagreement, he had 3 dozen red
delivered to the house! (My dog show partner was coming in the door the
same time the florist showed up and blurted out, "WHO DIED???"

Yes, they died, of course. But they were beautiful, and they made me
feel quite special. It all came to a screeching halt when it became
aware that I'd caught him in a serious lie, and I told the florist not
to accept his orders anymore. He knew he couldn't "move this mountain",
so he went around it ~ and had a carton of various Hershey's Special
Dark chocolate sent straight from the factory. I kept some for myself,
and took the rest to work to dole out in a dish on my desk. It took
forever to unload that stuff! Better to "spread the love" than to watch
my butt spread...

butt dentist = proctologist!

(Thought I couldn't get out of that one, didn't ya, King?)

...and mine, what...?

thong = butt floss

Like I said in another thread, I've used the screenname before on other
sites. When Animal brought it up last night, I decided to lock it in
before someone else read the thread and snagged it.

Thanks for the nudge, Animal! <wink!>

suitcase = OJ on the run

Dude,

Are you flirting with me, or what?

first date = anticipation

Mon 10/09/06 11:38 PM
Nah ~ I'm into Great Danes.

That hairy-assed dog is a 3-year old Afghan Hound that I have an
exclusive handling contract on. Only I can show him, and I get paid,
too. His registered name is Kasban Something's Got To Give, and he
answers to 'Boa'.

I don't take as good care of my hair as we do on these show dogs. But
even if he is too hairy, he's a cool dog to hang with. And he really
loves me, so he shows really well ~ he has "ring presence" and a winning
attitude.

And you know ~ ATTITUDE is everything! LOL!

tapedeck = hotwired

(my only 8-track was hotwired into my glovebox)