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panz......I do need a person who can do good phone to help me out.....how is Roz at phone?

Happy Birthday Tom Waits!

and to Harry Chapin.......if only you were still with us.........

We just received the following call:

"Hello, Dr. Lola. I have a question. Is it true that you can't get pregnant if you have sex upside-down?"

interlude, interlude, oh darlin',
interlude by the road tonight.
Tonight there will be no quarrelin',
Ev'rything is gonna be all right.
Oh, I see by the angel beside me
That love has a reason to shine.
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more,
Then interlude, this dude thinks you're fine.

interlude, interlude, my little apple,
interlude by the corn in the field,
interlude, let's go down to the chapel,
Then come back and cook up a meal.
Well, come out when the skating rink glistens
By the sun, near the old crossroads sign.
The snow is so cold, but our love can be bold,
interlude, don't be rude, please be mine.

interlude, interlude, my little daisy,
interlude by the telephone wire,
interlude, it's makin' me lazy,
Come on, sit by the logs in the fire.
The moonlight reflects from the window
Where the snowflakes, they cover the sand.
Come out tonight, ev'rything will be tight,
interlude, this dude thinks you're grand.

Dear Hungry,

I'm so sorry.........because this is a tough one. You wouldn't happen to have a mower fetish, would you? If you did, that would help. I take it mowers aren't selling.............the way I see it.......you're in trouble, man. A colleague of mine has suggested you get a life, but I think a job might be more in order. Happy hunting.

Dr. Lola, Queen of the Jungle

Dear whoeveryouare,

No. Not true. If you have concerns about getting pregnant you should make sure your diaphram is in backwards and your man's condom is on inside out .....that should help nicely.


Cordially,
Dr. Lola......... Hard at work

Dear Dr. Lola
Dear Dr. Lola, you've got to help me because my resistance in growing weaker.

I'm a teacher and I have a 13-year old student who keeps coming on to me. He's very sexy and I'm ashamed to say that he lights my fire.

My question is: At age 46, am I too old for this teen-age sexpot?

What would Paris Hilton do in the same circumstances?

Juliet (pant, pant)

Pavement chalk art and sand Mandalas
The work of street pavement artists is amazing, almost as beautiful as the sand Mandalas created by Monks.

Pavement chalk artwork:

http://www.artforafterhours.com/1002_TLS_StreetPainting_p2.html


Sand Mandalas:

http://www.newportnet.com/archives/mandala/nancy/home.htm

The big snit over Madame Tussaund's celebrity nativity
The big snit over Madame Tussaund's celebrity nativity. Is this a case of justified outrage or a lack of a sense of humor?

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1053573#1053573

Lola, Roz gives good phone. She just retired from Phone Babes at 1-900 SEX BABE

Dear Juliet,

Get a hold of yourself, girl. Do you want to spend the next 10 years of your life in prison? Besides the little underage flirt obviously needs some discipline. Call his mother in for a parent/teacher conference. But be sure to include your precocious little upstart student.

If you're feeling desperate, try posting to the philosophy or politics threads on a2k, there are plenty of panting sex pots your age hanging around there. You don't have to resort to 13 year olds. The old farts, oh excuse me, the experienced men you'll find there will even write you some poetry and engage in a little foreplay conversation before taking advantage of your over-sexed condition.

And I have no idea what Paris would or wouldn't do in this situation. She's hardly qualified to teach. As I'm sure you've noticed, it takes more than a pretty face and big bucks to diddle with the lives of children. As far as I'm concerned, we should send her back to the Animal Farm.

Best of luck,
Dr. Lola......Snowball's little friend

P. S. Be sure to show a little leg.......it kills em.

Excellent, panz.....what good friends you have. Tell her to send me her CV and I'll see what I can do.

Tonight at 11:00 Bi-Polar's "Or What" show.....

Midget Lesbians discuss the best methods and cleansers for preserving and keeping strap ons fresh smelling......and.......three transvestite Islamic clerics light their farts in three part harmony to classic Christmas Carols......this would be a good night to let the kids stay up late......

-there he sat mop in hand, a small smile upon his face. He was a happy man by nature and this look upon his life showed no difference. Though if you had asked his 12 year old past-self what he wanted to be when he grew up, the amswer woould be as far away from jantior as could be. But it was the life he was delt and he always played the cards he was given. As he looked down the stretch of freshly mopped floor he was taken back in time as his eyes were transfixed upon the reflective glow of a way ward exit sign.

He was ten years old again, broom in hand sweeping off the front porch, as was set forth in the list of chores his mother had given him. Not knowing that they would actually be job placement skills that he was learning at the time.

The memory saw the child glancing about here and there, the broom barely making a wide enough arch to clean the smallest of areas, seeing as to where his mother was. He had concocked a plan to escape into the wilderness that was his farm home, for had a day of scavaging and exploring to do, and no list of chores was going to get in his way.

Finding the moment just right, the wooden handle fell from the aglie hands as the dream invisioned boy darted from the porch. The only sounds the boy heard were the callings of cows as he passed them in the field, along with the distant slam of a screen door. No doubt his mother searching invien for her missing son.

he would run to his usual hide out. The one he and his best friend had created two summers past. Hidden deep within an island of trees and bushes, surrounded bya churring sea of grass and bugs. Disappearing deep within the walls of his fortress that boy pulled out a roughly drawn map of "His World". Though the map was only the sketching of his father, which he used to help new farm hands grab a foothold of the farm, to the child it was a map which within the lines and markings held the directions to treasure which had been burried and long forgotten by way-laid pirates. Today would mark the day he begun his journey to find...


The man was brought back to reality, the treasure unfound, by the grunt of dyslexia. Apparently, as he had drifted off into memories long past, he had forgotten to place down a "caution: slippery when wet" sign and dyslexia had fallen victum to the meory lasp. standing up he walked over to the man and helped him up offering his humblest of apolgizes, and continuing on with the list of chores that had followed him from his childhood. Though he could not run from this list as he had the last.-

Hey Bear.....sounds excellent. Especially the Christmas carols. Can they fart to the tune of Deck the Halls, do you think? Tra la la la la.......la la la la.......

And btw, were you locked in time out for a while? My goodness, whatever could you have been doing to get yourself quarantined?

Answer me tonight during your salvation hour or what show.

A medical message - of sorts. Did you know that sleep and obesity were connected? Well, it seems the less sleep one gets, the better chance that that person is overweight. The ideal sleep is 7.7 hours. Most people now get less than 6 hours, and that's the cause of people's tendency to snack too often, and munch on a Krespy Kreme. So, dr cicerone advises you to sleep adequately every night - but not too much.

My goodness. What a steamy segment we have here at WA2K. Between Dr. Lola and the bear, we may get kicked right off the air.

BBB, those side walk paintings were absolutely saintly. Truly captivating and stain glassed in their panes and structure. The Tibetan protest in the sand was interesting.

The wax reproduction of the creche was great, but I can see why they might cause some folks to melt in a puddle of ire. Loved both links.

Seed, that was a very wistful piece. I had forgotten what a wonderful writer you are. Took me back to Virginia.

Tsk, tsk. What in the world do panz and Lola know about 900 numbers...I did like panz's double entendre, however.

You are listening to WA2K and remember. The good doctor and her call in's do not necessarily reflect the views of this station. Heh! Heh!

Noddy, Yahoo doesn't always do, does it.

Thanks, C.I. for your medical update. Would being a couch potato sleeper come in that category?

"Sleeper" is the key word in your question. If one limits their sleep to 7.7 hours per day, the couch potato should do fine.

An addendum to the above post: always get enough excercise to burn off some calories and work your muscles. Three hours every day is the ideal.

oh dear.........have I crossed the line? It's Bear's fault. He's so provocative. I'll behave, I promise.

:wink:

Exercise, I get at least three hours exercise each and every day. Sleep, well, I'm doing more of that too lately. Manhattan, it's my town!