gustavratzenhofer wrote:May I call you Debbie?
No.
And I suggest you ask Craven what happens if you try.
I like how the title of this thread has nothing at all to do with the story inside.
A friend of mine, by the name of Debbie, hates the name with a passion. She prefers Debra. Deb is even worse.
I'm going to watch Mad Max, have fun with the rhino, Gus!
Oh sure, leave me alone.
If ever a rhino attacks you..... don't call me.
OK, I won't. I had to leave, Gus, the site was tooooo sllllooooowwww.
can i call you, gus, if a rhino attacks me in my basement?
Basement stories...
Professional golfers Lee Trevino (Mexican) and Chichi Rodriguez (Puerto Rican) while walking together down the fairway during a big PGA tournament, passed by a row of Port-o-potties set up for spectators.
"Well, look at that," said Trevino, pointing, "Puerto Rican townhomes."
"Yep," nodded Rodriquez. "We lease out the basements to Mexicans."
