Stand back, everyone.
Stand back.
No one is going to get hurt.
uhhhhhhhhhh
<stepping further back>
You two crack me up. Hey, have you ever thought of moving in together? That would solve littlek's housemate problem, and ehBeth, you wouldn't have to live in that god-forsaken, desolate wasteland anymore.
We've had years to fine tune our routine, kc.
Ask the gen'ral.
One of the best vacations ever was visiting l'k and her furfriends.
I don't know who the gen'ral is, but I think I understand. How long did you stay with littlek?
A week?
Cambridge has great spinach calzone. Yup.
No way. She let you stay at her place for a whole week? Was that the first time you'd ever met in person?
Her place and her parents.
We'd met once before - when Setanta and I and the General and Diane and Kris and the Sealpoets and Jespah and Quinn and TerryDo and Plainoldme (trying to recall if anyone else was there without looking at the pix at K's site) met in Salem.
Cass was there too!? Oh my god, I LOVE CASS!
Who the hell is Cass?
Cass is quinn. remember quinn? she posted here quite a bit.
Name sounds vaguely familiar.
Kicky, quick...I need some of your off color humor....
Really? Okay, how about this...
These two flies are sitting on a piece of crap. One burps, and the other one says, "Hey! Do you mind!? I'm trying to eat over here!!!"
Thank you, I'll be here all week!
that was ok....you can do better. Come on.....I'm in the middle of a crisis here..... :wink:
Are you kidding me?! That is comedy GOLD! I'm still laughing just from telling it! I kill me...
There once was an old couple who had been married for thirty years.
Every morning the old boy would wake up and give off an enormous fart, much to his long suffering wife's annoyance.
"You'll fart your guts out one of these days," she always complained.
After a particularly bad week the wife decided to have her revenge and got up early, placing some turkey giblets in the bed next to the old boy's arse.
While making breakfast downstairs she heard his usual morning fart reverberate through the floorboards followed by a scream.
Twenty minutes later a rather shaken man came downstairs.
"You was right all along Missus," the old man says, "I finally did fart my guts out, but by the grace of God, and these two fingers, I managed to push 'em back in!"
Off colour enough? :wink:
That's good stuff. He he he...
