Hm. Puts grandfathers in a whole new light, doesn't it Ohlighn and Pirate?
no. it doesn't. Caro's posting never happened. and I have erased whatever memories of its existence were left in my mind.
these men were not grandfathers. they were just old sexually active men- and that's a whole other animal.
I've heard some many gross-old-men-at-the-gym stories from Ever.. I don't know why anyone would have sex with one.
but let's face it. Bob Dole was right. about everything.
expound please, pirate. we need charts and graphs and musical compositions and interpretive dances to back that up. you can't just throw out such incendiary opinions and scamper away.
when i was 17 my highschool's marching band was asked to perform at a Dole rally. It was... odd. Especially when the color-guard and cheerleaders gathered around him for a photo-op. Somber, gray suited Dole, clutching pen, surrounded by scantily clad blonde girls with shark-toothed grins and waving pom-poms. so disturbing.
i will now spend the rest of the day trying to forget that image.
you can try, and i hold your mighty powers in the highest regard, but you will fail.
curses, pirate. curses.
my daily O is lacking...
back to the original pill comment, what would the female equivalent be? Peanut butter hershey kiss?
a cadbury egg.
OHGOODNESS yes! peanut butter-schmeanut butter!
the greeks said it was olives.or oysters. i dunno.
oysters are the snot of the sea. and i don't think it needs saying, but i'm going to say it: snot is not the way to a woman's heart.
I am nutty for olives right now too. Black olives are like candy to me. Snot-oysters, not so much.
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