RoyalOrleans

My first wife cheated on me, but in return she got me hooked on coke. See... everything works out in the end!

LT and the Fridge appreciate your tenderness.

Oh yeah... bahhh! She's greeeeeeeeeeeebahhahaeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt!!!

Of all the rubber dolls in the world, they would give me STD Stephanie.

. Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! . Moon! . Yay! How about these? Open season...

I think about memorable experiences, to make an impression. Sure it has been costly experiences, but the girl walks away with a smile and so do I. Yes, swallowing is a must on Valentine's Day. The one day out of the year when all is quiet, the whole nation can hear "gulp".

True. He'd make a pillowbiter out of you, yet!

Fine... I can fucking live with that. I needed a refresher of the rules for Boxing. Good. Fine. Its out of the way. Settled. Mods, like us, are inscrutable.

Yeah... I think Fridge would be cuddly and gentle. Whereas, LT would be a buttpounder.

It sounds like Haiku, but for people who can not count syllables.

"Right here!" Well... that's the response I usually get. So what! I fall for the Valentine's Day bullshit every single fucking year. In the last five years, however, it has been with different women with a few extra in between. Next to cigarettes, T and A are a huge addiction of mine.

I'm in love! http://www.realdoll.com/imageDOLL/stephanie/st06.jpg

What if you were raped by some guy who looked like the Fridge or LT?

Well I can see that eisanbt definitely flip flops. In my opinion, if you are not a doctor nor a woman, touching a man in any area that his bathing suit covers makes you a gayfer. Queerbait. A fag. A fruit. A mary. A homosexual. Slapping another player on the ass, as in football or baseball, is something I never understood.

I won't bore you with the reason I need it, but I'll check that out.

I happen to be in a serious relationship at this time. Thank you very much. I've known her for a week.

Yeah, man. Keep your dayjob. Nobody wants to hear from a hairy beatnik.

I started playing guitar around eight years old. Never lost my passion for it. From that I picked up the trumpet, baritone, piano, and the drums. I will use the Karmen Ghia to pick up 18-19 year olds at the local junior college.

You should see the lugnuts.

That's a great outlook to take, eisanbt. Judging and treating people is all part of being fair and diplomatic. In this society, especially within large metropolitan areas, one has to be open-minded or else one will become isolated. Eventually, developing anti-social disorders. In my case, I do my best to judge folk on a case by case basis. My friends and neighbors are primarily Caucasian of Irish, Scottish, German, and English descent. My neighbor is Colombian and down the road a piece there is a gay couple. My only black friend was fostered and eventually adopted, but moved to New York sometime after my tour in Iraq. I made a few black acquaintence types while in the Corp, but never solid friends. I have a fetish for asian and south american women. That being said, I am not completely without my prejudices. It's hard. Very hard not to generalize people. Near, Mid, and Far easterners are among my intolerances. As I stated on another page.

We all, obviously, know each other quite well. Maybe, for the time being, Happy Feller needs to make an appearance.

I voted acquittal, because war can make you do some fucked up shit. The man that was smother was an Iraqi general, a man that would not be swayed either way. His treachery would follow him into Mecca, I suppose, and would no receive his 70 virgins. So you can not expect him to give up his muslim brothers. Besides, there is no telling the atrocities the general is guilty of. He deserved to die. Karma is an insatiable bitch.

Speaking of Adobe, where can I get a copy of Adobe Acrobat reader and photoshop cheap, if not then free?

If we make rules, we should follow them. If we need to bend them to our own personal liking, fine so be it, but let's make those rules first!

My brother, who is an expert, did the job as I watched and handed him tools. He'd holler out a part or a tool name and I'd hand it to him, hold the flashlight... that kind of thing. I have a very limited knowledge of car mechanics. I can change the oil, brakes, and other somewhat minor jobs. My brother can break down and rebuild a Hemi blindfolded, bouncing one leg, and an arm tied behind his back. I reckon, I inherited the artistic gene. I'm a better guitar player.