A2K Crush thread #1.

What breakfast? It's almost dinner time here.

I cried, just now. I really cried.










You know (actually, you don't) -- I remember being about six or seven, standing at the fence with my Grandpa talking to Mrs. Chivera next door. She asked me, offhand-like, if I was in town to see my grandparents. "Nah," I tell her. "I'm just here to see my Grandma. I hate my Grandpa."

Either Grandpa or Mrs. Chivera didn't have much of a sense of humor, and later in the day the old man marched me over to explain my remark to the old woman. Ah, well.

Nobody REALLY got sensitive, did they?


























Smegging wusses!

Says you?! i saw you wipe your red angorra eye with that paw.

Dys--

I really think you should tell Eva that it is I

not her


who is your second tolerable person.



Me




not her.

Oh boy - this is how riots start.....



Mascara got in me eye, Dagglepuss!

Dagmar, I recently looked at a sheep's hindquarters and thought of you. Then I thought of Gus. It was all very confusing, and my bit of Scots blood was aboil.

But it's all fine now. Dag.

You're both wrong. That title would belong to me of course. I thought you all knew that.

sheesh!!! you guys have to learn to be more observant.

I told yer that comment was gonna cause an apocalypse....

BBB
Now if you all were paying attention to what Dys wrote it would be easy to figure it out.

One of the two people he can tolerate is Diane, as you all surmised.

Since they haven't taught Fred the Parrot to type, I think the other has to be Dys himself because he doesn't take himself seriously. That makes two and it makes sense.

BBB :wink:

I have no history of "making sense" and I am not about to start something new at my age. btw Fred types better than I do.(but he also eats the keys)

Dys
Dys, feed the damn parrot some parrot food, you bird abuser!

BBB :wink:

Montana....!

I shall not be jostled from my


rightful place


as Dys'


second tolerable person.


Even from a woman, who may be my equal (or there 'bouts) in sexual prowess and persuasive powers... You were quite the hot item in the Hot Tub... I won't take this lying down.

You know I love those boots, that hair, the face trapped behind all that hair... the succinct verbiage... that is Dys.

After all. I can't imagine there is any terrain in your lusty heart that our seemingly forgotten Wilso has not planted his flag in...

Shall the ladies vying for Dys Leftovers compete in a Poetry Contest?

Please line up.

Yikes! Dagmaraka, Sofia, Montana--all women I like and admire. Should we all have a cat fight?
No, I just realized that Dys might have another stroke, but what a way to go....

And I like his MIND, Diane. :wink:

I propose a Poetry Fight.

Style: Limerick! <or whatever>

<Just for seconds, Diane. Second place doesn't get touching rights...>

sheep's hind area, huh? OFF you go off my crush list and into the CRUSHED list !!!
anyone else wants to fight? cuz i'm ready!!! and i have to teach tomorrow, that makes me kranky!!!

In Denver, Dys is inspired...

so a handsome cab, he hired.

And there in a heap
a bedraggled sheep