I'm sorry but is Indian Cricket a username? A rock group? A sport played in India? A drug? A gourmet food? Help me here.

Yeh, but sometimes they just pretend they killed the spideys. If they refused to show you the body, it's still out there somewhere.

That's not true, JT. Besides, all you like about women is their boobies.

I heard on the radio that it is indeed about a threesome. I've always defended her because her name is same as my maiden name but I saw her in concert and I a bit shocked. That was before she married, had kids, shaved her head, different management, etc.

Note Tarzan's right hand doing nothing over there. Just sitting there on a rock. It could be doing SOMETHING.

a knot tied in my libido

I have put a Gypsy Curse on my ex-spousal unit so I can't go near.

I enjoy my girlfriends for shopping, etc but when I go to a barbeque or whatever and all the men are congregating in another room or patio I want to go hang with them. More exciting I think.

Does the old non-problematic neighbor have family? If not, you could become a trusted {see: trusts; wills} friend. Heh heh.

I know what you're saying. I thought about writing to Oprah or Mr. Gates. They would not even notice if they sent me let's say $250,000. Drop in the bucket to them but it would answer my probs.

Yes, welcome! I know what you mean though. I took it upon myself to write to a man a couple days ago. He wrote back with, "Wow! You look nice. Gee, maybe we could meet..blah...blah" Never heard another word. Gotta shine it on.

I've been more assertive lately. Most of the men online would continue emailing FOREVER so I'm cutting through some of that red tape and saying, "HEY! Whatsa mattah yous?" just to move things along.

Anybody know what I can do to get my Miniature Schnauzer to not go into an hysterical frenzy when he sees another dog? Only happens if he's on a leash. His bark becomes so horrible people stare.

I must learn not to do the things I did as a youngster(don't you love that word?). Do not jump from a retaining wall or anything else. Your hips will end up in your armpits.
Roller coasters/rough rides are OUT. I suffered from Shaken Baby Syndrome on a roller coaster last year.
DO NOT RUN except if it's to get to the bathroom in time. I ran and did a cannonball into a pool and scraped all my toenails off onto the bottom of the pool.
So, slowly I'm growing the hell up. Slowly.

You're singing my song!

One more thing on the taxidermy deal...there was a woman in Puerto Rico not long ago that actually had her dear son, about 20, embalmed and standing up at a 'party" for him. Supposedly, that's what he wanted. Okay, I'm done with all that dead stuff. Where's the party/barbeque?!
Are the Hula Boys coming?

I knew a woman years ago who kept her beloved cat {don't let Lil' Kitty hear this} in the freezer for about a year after it died and then she took it to a taxidermist. Some people just can't say, "good-bye".

I've noticed that you can't fight gravity. I want my hair pulled or pinned UP, bras have to be UP-lifting, make-up applied in an UPsweep, I look better if I hold my chin UP and the list goes on.