Yeah. She's a real recliner, I'm telling you.

You know that this is not fair.

You could have put in the face of Bruce Lee or of Chariman Mao Tche-Tungk, and still nobody could tell the difference.

You can have the above as a true statement, and still be sweet, Navygirl, and don't deny it.

You just have to have the pain in your butt, not cause it in ours.

That's all that it would take.

Silly me. I should have divided both sides by (xsquared minus three x).

You are right. It was dumb of me not to see that.

I agree. Sadly.

Women are such precious enigmas, they shall never be undersolved.

Why are you being so stingy, Navygirl?

I, myself, hope much better for jacktrades than just that. he is a really nice guy, you know.

Butt... butt... butt... that's not always a problem. If worn well. Like not on the neck or facing forward.

Mutant Poodle is seeing someone? OH, drat.

Exotic bar: butchery of the English language. "Sleezy" is not equivalent to "exotic". Tigers and pigs are exotic, that's why the bottoms and the tops were eaten up a long time ago there.


Gay bar: butchery of the English language. "Rod" is not the same as "pub". A "double" is not twice "straight". A "negative" affect on a "negative" can be both positive and negative, or both or neither.

Covered in mirrors: At my job my office is covered in mirrors. I work in a medical lab, and my job is in the section where we examine stomach fluids.

I got a promotion some while ago for suggesting that we can do away with the expensive use of stomach pumps if the patients are allowed to come into my office, where I get to strip and examine them, while they can and do keep all their clothes on.

(To wit, I'm 58, short, way fat, dark haired, balding, ugly and poor.)

Bootsy, you look cute, and beautiful, and sexy and demure, all at the same time!!

Well done.

I am sorry you've been having such a frustrating experience. Maybe better luck next time. just keep on dating those men, I am sure there is one diamond amoung the ruffians.

It's the same guy. I swear.

Oh, and if you learned how to scream, as a baby, you ARE the Davis guy from Korn, don't even try to deny it. You read the book, "All I Ever Needed to Know I Learned In Kindergarten", did you not.

You did say Korn. So why you want to be able to sing? When was that ever a requirement for singer of rock n roll?

Why? Everyone wants to sit on you?

HEY, BEBY!!

Why? Are you suicidal? Or like big thrills?

A whole multi-billion dollar cruise ship sinking down to several thousand feet with you on board. Yeah, I can see the excitement.

In fact, if you want to use threats as a weapon in negotiations with him in your demands for more and muchly needed sex with you, then threaten him with NOT moving away.

Well... your threat to move away may make a little difference, though. He might start to feel releived or happier, but that's about all.

David, why stop at hands, tongue, and lips?

Hands, feet, heart, legs, the stoker for the fire, the candle and the canticle, the freezer molds for the popsicles. The icicles hanging off the eave, the tree branches, the sticky side of postage stamps, the handles of many hand-held small appliances, as well as carrotts, turnips, turnups, broomsticks, pens, pencils, any string you can find in the house, the bedcover rolled up tight, the ligth bulb (these newfangled energy-saving ones are even better, they are ribbed!! :-) my baby goes wild over them), slogans, articles from rolled-up newspapers, reciting love poetry you specifically wrote for her (you would not BELIEVE how effective those are), goldfish, live weasels pushed up head-first, newly discovered planets in distant solar systems, ceremonial swords, swordfish,


... and, well, the entire skit and kaboodle of creation.

Navy girl, time for new contacts.

the poster never said he was nice. He called himself a real ny guy, which to me sounds like a lawyer from the Bronx.

Each one night stand, each and every one of them, also has two ends... the beginning and the finish.

Two ends... like strings.

you can never get away from (dramatic, "twighlight zone" voice) "The String".

This is one basic and the most true truth in the cosmic order of our universes.

One string... two ends.

You can get simpler than that, but not by much.

This is why they named the so far most encompassing ten-dimensional view of each existing particle in the universe as tied to the "string" theory.

You can't get away from the string... your life begins with the umbilical chord cut off, and your life ends with the hangman's rope.

String... yeah, f. (Burp.) Wow.

Heavvvy, man.

I agree with NavyGirl. You say no strings attached, but just you wait... you will need that string, eventually. Everyone does.

You know very well, OP, that each string has two ends... much like it always takes two to tango.

Think about it.