hmmmmmmmmmm......i just cant come up with any....nevermind...lol

LOL, as long as you are careful there isn't one.

NOW ME I HAVE NO REASONS BUT I'M SURE TO THINK OF SOME! LOL!

to keep the other party guessing what your like in bed!

The batteries are dead???? Just kidding!!!!!!!!

lol i hear that Marie

A couple more reasons:

The house is on fire.
Her husband is in the other room.
His wife is in the other room.
Can you say "crabs?"
His mother called and wants him to come home.
You are in the middle of the Safeway parking lot.

Okay, my smart ass mood is over, I will shut up now.

lol Marie

hey Lunatic?...the answer to this question,is another question.

with who???

that would depend on many factors,not just an open mouth,kneepads,big
boobs,and a fishing boat!

so I stay with my first ANSWER...

WITH WHO?

any more answers? I need questions...

Good going mikey, I heard about you winning the poetry contest.

Humm did not know that Vanchau chose a winner were is that post at?

no winners will be chosen,it was just a game of rhymes,
if you had played ontario,you'd have thrown in some thymes,
you only chose to ridicule our fun,
at times yer just an ass,
you never care to take a dare,
or give us your repass,
just sit and spew,at th few,
with enough love in there heart,
and some fun in th hearts,
you must never have much fun.
we were doing this just to hone our skill,
but you put your two cents in,
th rhymes you had to kill.
to you I say just go and play,
with yourself, it is a better thrill...

Yes Mikey has won...unless he refuses to accept............!

Humm ya judge and jury now Ontario lmao

No.........but somebody had to shut them up........!

nice try sir,but th poets heart will never stop beating,as this heart is
in us all,,,even you....nave...

Stay the course mikey!

a poetic heart shall never die,
no matter how wish you do cry,
you try if you wish to make it die,
never to die 'tis this poets cry!
you mock me,but you would never try,
this tells me you got no wee wee,
nor a leaf somewhere tuck in yer tree,
all you do is spit on th few poets and me,
who dare take this time to spend on a rhyme to see,
you critisize so loud, think you proud,yer ass do we see.
for if you cannot rhyme,spin yarn some thyme, duel as agree,
there's nothing to it just get right to it,for us to see?

piss on a cat!