Setanta wrote:See, immediately an evil wimmin shows up to attempt to distract us . . . i tell ya, boys, we is in the deep poopie if we don't actly quickly . . .
... 'course it could also mean a woman is in Alabama. ...
Frito pie? With Doritos on the side?
August 18th 1920, the day men lost ownership of their own bumpity parts.
My bumpity bits are looking especially fine this morning..
how many bumpity-bits do wabbits have?
Four or five pair, i'd warrant . . .
See? We start talking about our bumpity bits, and the mins calm right down.
Such power we have!
"A bumpity bit, a bumpity bit, my kingdom for a bumpity bit!"
William {bumpity bits ruled my life} Shakespeare
Set I suggest a barbque. I have never yet met a wimmens who can operate a bbq proper.
Also i have a very nice bbq apron.
the wabbit is winkin' & smokin' again... and talkin' 'bout her bumpity bits!
Got a problem with that, heatpad?
Huh?
negative... hey, don't point those things at me!
First time I've heard a man say THAT!
Hehe. We got 'em runnin' scared!
And we've only just begun...
The hotpad can't run, having no arms or legs, but, somewhat like Alladin's magic carpet, I can see the hotpad flyin'. The other mins are on their own.
