Don't be sad. You still have big hooters.
<throws beads at Montana>
Hey, I ain't no Jerry Springer whore!!!
Not that I watch Jerry Springer!
<continues to throw beads, trying to wear her down>
I got neighbors what been on Jerry. He's sooooo nice, and you get a TOASTER.....
<Calls in Dutchy to arrest Gus for abuse>
Rockhead, you wouldn't catch me dead on that show!
Unless they offered me a toaster oven!
Cheap asses!
I do. I trust you, Montana.
<arms growing weary from throwing beads and Montana is now completely covered by the damn things anyway, only her startled head showing, and thus the lifting of blouse to expose breasts would be covered by bead mountain anyway, so, frustrated at failed experiment, walks away without catching so much of a glimpse of a nipple>
Mr Nice wrote:I do. I trust you, Montana.
I knew it......I just knew you would Mr. Nice :-D
Gus, I think the bead thing only works in the bayou. If you know otherwise, please do tell....
God bless Nawlins...
<struggling to get damn beads off! Falls down! Beads fly everywhere!>
I would even trust Montana with my Christmas ball.
Whereas I would trust her with MY Christmas balls.
(apologies if you only have one, sir) :wink:
OK mine was better before Montana the quick typer shot in there, but by God, I'm leaving it, cuz it was flippin funny. (sorry Intrepid sir)
Same here! One is good as long as cue stick isn't broken
Montana wrote:Christmas ball?
Only one?
Only one at a time. I don't trust you THAT much!
