Would you believe ... creamy jelly swirled in chocolate cake! I try to please! :wink:
benoutwitted wrote:mmmmmmm! where's my fork? 
I'd be willing to bet you are one who "licks the plate" too!
Ben have you noticed the CE's are more frequent and last longer these days. I wish we could get an explanation from the fine admin's on this site ... what's causing this (our volume on the thread is way down from what it was) and it doesn't appear the site as a whole is overworked. It makes me wonder if we'll be able to use this site in the coming months.
Good morning, ((((((((((Witty)))))))))) and Ox (insert handshake here).
No, I haven't been sleeping. Been here since 6:30 getting ready for a meeting on Friday. I'll be in and out and I try not to slow you guys down.
Mornin' Unkie (firm grip, three pumps hand-shake). The only thing slowing us down here are the CE's.
Aye, and a manly handshake it is!!! We have to figure out a symbol for that.
Hey Ben ... did you eat and run? That hamster licking your plate?
Ya know Ox, you're really living dangerously the way you keep putting yourself out there on that plate. I sure hope your insurance is paid up.
Insurance won't do any good ... they'd claim entrapment!
Sorry to leave ya hangin' Ox, Got bounced, got busy, just got back on.
Witty, Toots, Angel, Horse, Cari, come out.. come out.. where ever you are.....
Had to pop back in and share this one ...
Queen Elizabeth and Dolly Parton die on the same day and they both go before an Angel to find out if they'll be admitted to Heaven. Unfortunately, there's only one space left that day, so the Angel must decide which of them gets in. The Angel asks Dolly if there's some particular reason why she should go to Heaven.
Dolly takes off her top and says, "Look at these, they're the most perfect breasts God ever created, and I'm sure it will please God to be able to see them every day, for eternity."
The Angel thanks Dolly, and asks Her Majesty the same question.
The Queen takes a bottle of Perrier out of her purse, shakes it up, and gargles. Then, she spits into a toilet and pulls the lever. The Angel says, "OK, your Majesty, you may go in."
Dolly is outraged and asks, "What was that all about? I show you two of God's own perfect creations and you turn me down. She spits into a commode and she gets in! Would you explain that to me?"
"Sorry, Dolly," says the Angel, "but even in Heaven, a royal flush beats a pair - no matter how big they are!!
Hit again by the killer hamster.
Since no one wants to play I'm going to head for home. See ya later.
Morning Ox, How are you today?
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