You're sharp, k. Very sharp.
Yeah, wonderful. Now is anyone going to tell me what my girlfriend meant by her comment?!
People don't believe I have a lone vulture, kicky.
And you expect them to believe you have a girlfriend.
Hey! Was that a flying pig!
How DARE you!
HAD! I HAD a girlfriend! As in, "I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...and she took my penis in her hands and said that I looked like my father..."
Damn, I just realized that with your "flying pig" comment I just passed up a great chance to insult your mother...dammit.
I've got a thousand dollars that says you're still a virgin.
And, no, inflatable dolls DO NOT count.
I'll take that bet! Now let me go and find your mother's phone number so I can prove it.
Aaaah, yes, the shot at your mother is saved...
<Gus staggers backward, clutching chest >
And I wish Kris would contribute more to this thread than monosyllabic grunts
It was the summer of '73. We had spent the day on the lake with friends and were now having a little rest time before getting ready for dinner. I had laid down in the back bedroom wearing a pair of boxers and a pretty bad sunburn. In less time than it takes to read this sentence, I was out cold and, as my then wife used to tell it, snoring like a hog.
She and the two teenaged daughters of our friends came into the bedroom to get me to pipe down, but when she rolled me onto my back they saw that the situation was more of a pipe up than a pipe down. Little Jack Hammer was at full mast thrusting through the porthole of those shorts, a woodie so goodie as it were, James Taylor's steam roller in full living color.
I slept through the whole display, but years later one of the daughters revealed to me that the wife had merely shrugged her shoulders at the situation and said "Girls, that's why you don't want a man who can sleep on his tummy."
Joe(They are handy for many things, if you are laying on your back in a sunny park, you can create an impromptu sundial and see what time it is.)Nation
I'm just waiting for the climax of the story where Gus turns out to be Kicky's ex girlfriend.
So, I go to my mom's house and ask her, point-blank, if she has had sex with kickycan.
"Yes, Gustav. I did. Who else would have me?"
littlek, how can you be so insensitive? Joe is bearing his soul here and revealing one of his most embarrassing moments and all you care about is me and Gus....that is just terrible!!!
I demand an apology on behalf of Joe!
Jesus, Gus, you're mom looks so much better than when I did her.
I was just wondering of whales and humans are somewhat evolved from the same species?
OH MY GOD C.I.!
That looks just like my father!!!
Out of the blue Cicerone Imposter charges into the room and starts screaming something about whale penises and saltwater, and lions and tigers and bears.
