So...what do you do?....if it's not one of your "close friends".

They're talkintalkintalkin...and at the end of every sentence... "tweeeeeet".

Do you acknowledge, pretend it's not happening, maintain a strait face, say HA! sounds better since you tuned it?

As far as the spittle goes (we've ALL been on both sides of this one) I'll always acknowledge immediately if it was me and won't wait til they look away to wipe of my cheek if I'M the one getting rained on.

I dont think I could keep a straight face!!!

And the spitters!!!! omggggggggggg!!!! I would ask if they had a towel handy!!!

But there is nothing worse than the "Close talkers"

yuk!!!

if it's me I do the big ol' wipe!

That is why I wear my handy dandy burka!!! It comes in 20 fashion colours!!!

The other day I got a small dose of what women go through.

I swear this woman was talking directly to my package.

I was afraid she was going to go "tap, tap, tap......is this thing on?"



you and Michael Jackson

would it of answered no ones home??

it would have spittled

was she a midget????

what if you were standing on a ladder.....and she went to talk to you???

like I haven't tried THAT move before.

hahaaaaaaaaa makes for a great date idea??? Meet me at the ladder???

ROFLMAO What was she doing down there in the first place?????

either way that works......I'm also reminded of grade school...daring the girls to climb the tether ball poll just to say "I see London, I see France........."

I dunno...it was something about posture and standing up strait.

A man walks up to a woman in his office each day, stands very close to her,
draws in a large breath of air and tells her that her hair smells nice.

After a week of this, she can't stand it any longer, and goes to her
supervisor to file a sexual harassment complaint. She tells the supervisor
what the co-worker does, and that she wants to file a sexual harassment suit
against him.

The supervisor is puzzled by this approach, and asks, 'What's sexually threatening about a co-worker telling you your hair smells nice'?






The woman replies, 'It's Keith, the dwarf

You made me spit my soup.

UGGGGG

They call me The Cat Whisperer..... or is that "Whistler"?

My eyes are up here.



Yeah, but your ****'s down there...