Back to Life... Back to Reality... Yeah right... Ok... maybe I'm just posting some drivel, to keep up with my faithful, Blogging clients... group, or, well, whatever we calls ourselves when we are bored.
So, lets get down to it. What happened to me today that might be of some, if not any, interest to you... Nothing. Absolutely Nothing. But... Yesterday....

Ah... yesterday was the day that dreams are made of. My dreams happen to be made by Pillbury... So, maybe they'll pay me for that endorsement... (Honestly, I haven't been paid for any yet) But, do not let me detract you from the sheer importance of yesterday...
I met a girl... and not just any girl, but a real, live, girl. Ok. I must admit, that yes, I meet plenty of girls, and that it is not SO unusual, that sooner or later, at least ONE of them, would be alive... but low and behold, This one was.

Now, there are a few things that you have to remember, and, of course, a few things that I learned right off the bat, that are really different, between a, "dead" girl, and a "live" girl...
Instantly, I already know what you're thinking... This fruit cake is in to some weird stuff... Things like, "Your dead Grandma, said Hi"... And by the way, that's the last time that I am going on a blind date with anyone in your family...

No, people... It's not that simple. In fact, it is just so much more complex then that.
Per Example: Dead girls... don't mind dead flowers...
But, Low and Behold again: Live Girls, do!
Now how's that for an ify thing? I didn't know. This was just the beginning part, of meeting, this, "Live" girl, and already, it seemd as though she was going to be too much trouble... Likes, and dis-likes... how am, or was I, to ever keep all of this straight in my head.
Over-All Example: Dead girls... don't have any dislikes at all...

Proof of it: I have never once, had a Dead girl, tell me to STOP!... or, that, she "doesn't" like that... They are SOOOO much more, the laid back type... only getting stiff on the rare occasion... and usually, well, that's just bad timing on mine... or, maybe even your, part... Like everyone says... There is proper Romance...
When dealing with a "Dead" girl, it's always wise to be fashionably late... That way, it doesn't take much to get her to loosen up, and, from that point on, if you hear ANYTHING from her, well, we all know it's only going to be:

OOOHHH, and AAHHHHssss.
I mean, I could go on and on... Dead girls don't mind if you pull there hair... or, even, if you strangle them... Well hell, that's probably how they ended up dead in the first place... and, if that's how she died, well, what she didn't mind in life, she won't mind in death.

Live girls, get Pregnant... let me repeat that... PREGNANT... dead girls don't....

Live girls want you to wear condoms... dead girls don't.

Live girls care about what size your penis is... DEAD GIRLS DON'T...

No, for my real loyal, and, somewhat pickier blog customers... I must make an admendment, if, nothing else, to say, that these properties might be the same for...

DEAD BOYS....

I wouldn't know... I'm not into Dead boys... as I said earlier...

I FINALLY GOT MYSELF A LIVE ONE!!!! LOL! LOMA
(Girl, naughty... i mean, notta, boy...)

With Equescent thoughts...
FroznChild

Ummmm last time I checked it was a MESSAGE BOARD. Not a BLOGGING BOARD.

errrrrr

overload of caffiene or something

Who me?

definatly not you kitten

Oh ok.

FroznChild....I have a therapist friend of mine with an open schedule....care for his # LMFAO....please seek help!