Apparently this guy was broken, because he just got fixed today. Next time you touch your gonads, think abour poor Moe.
This guy on the other hand--not missing the first guy so much.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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Go find your man-whore and touch his gonads.
Beth - My cats and Dave's cats have equal cuteness. They will eventually get together and form the Justice League of Cats. They will live in a cat house.
j wo - You stalking freak!
Today's Word verification? soibdoo! Sounds like an Ella Fitzgerald lyric.
I mean, those cats are CUTE!
really, really cool.
:)
or something like that.
Reach into my pants.
Grab my change purse.
Gonads touched!
J
For shame.
Mais, bien sur!
I don't have any pockets.
Come to my neighborhood in Chicago where you can photograph scores of stray alley cats having the run of the place. Big, mean, alley cats in action would make an interesting subject. I'm thinking there's a coffee table book in there somewhere.
Those of you who know me for real know I'm kidding around (well, the posturing is just humour. The content is for really real).
Next time, though, we'll meet half way in the 416 area code.
For shame on you ALL.
SHAME!
BOOYA!