BVT - didn't venture near any abatoirs - not on our itenerary this time - maybe next time.
The hottest woman I've ever been with....? I guess that'd have to be myself.
Every time I converse with a woman on A2K, my monitor starts melting and turning starburst colors
aidan wrote:You've dated yourself CG? How does that work?
I believe that is simply done by saying, "groovy" or possibly "dig it, cat"
Let's see... the hottest ever:
Nope,
nobody from high school
although they were all very nice
and on the edge of exploding
or imploding
all the time,
little atom bombs of passion,
and
ogod,
college days
nights of nights
1966
and both the moon and the pill were new,
there must be still a pall of smoke
made by the heat of that Boston winter
drifting over Cape Cod and the whales.
Then there were the Summers of Love,
California coast line
white wine
tan lines
and no waiting for the sunset,
(wait a minute. no. gotta go.)
Gotta go
through
over and about
the yoga women
and the no go women
the women of tears
the women of fears
the women of sighs
the women who died
sometimes twice
the bored
the whored
the salad dressed
and the eternally naked.
the lonely duraflame
the candle in the wind
the ones with swimming pool eyes
which sang
more poetry
than I have conception of,
and love
oh that
that too.
But the hottest?
oh my sweetie
that's you.
Joe(absolutely true)Nation
That's okay. We still like to hear it.
aidan wrote:You've dated yourself CG? How does that work?
Do you really want me to answer that question?
I knew when I made my above post that I should read the thread first. We A2Kettes are sharp.
Joe Nation wrote:Let's see... the hottest ever:
. . .
But the hottest?
oh my sweetie
that's you.
Joe(absolutely true)Nation
whew. sweetie must be pretty hot, after all that. i'm not even a girl and i was feeling complimented
eeyep, Joe's the maestro.
Well, I'm not dumb, but I can't understand why she walked like a woman and talked like a man...
<pssst, it's because she is a transvestite>
Sorry to be the one to break it to you, PDog.
I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda...
Mmm. Gender confusion, you have.
(Mr. Lucas is a massive tool.)
(Is, said I, not has.)
I'm having trouble keeping up - maybe it's the beer.
