Would you all please not wear stretchy, clingy turtlenecks with vertical ribs in the fabric – especially while braless? The resulting optical illusion is giving me such a case of eyestrain that my glasses prescription is worsening again. The effect is like a real-time contour map of a region experiencing an earthquake.
so take 'em off. Right here and now. I’ll wait.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
Roadtrip!
Geez, I thought that was only a Canadian thing.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
Sits next to Chef on the park bench with some popcorn, a beer and some cards with various numbers on them for rating purposes
If you feel that you must suffer, then plan your suffering carefully–as you choose your dreams, as you conceive your ancestors.
[Hands the “Thread Title You Just GOTTA Open Even If You Don’t Live Anywhere Near Dallas” loving cup up to da Chef.]
Five responses in the first five minutes…not too shabby…
Uke
Um . . . okay, Chef. I’ll keep that in mind.
Note to self: ditch the ribbed turtlenecks, just go topless
::snicker:: When I opened the board, this thread was immediately followed by “Be Careful What You Wish For . . . .”
-Melin
::struts by in her ribbed turtleneck braless::
ohhh you said BIG breasted women… sorry, my mistake!
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
PCW, I’m sure you look fine. Just hop on over and we’ll have a look-see if you’re better in the turtle-neck or topless…
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
I couldn’t be more disappointed that the only time I have ever visited Dallas was when I was 8.
I think I know where the Guy Stuff thread is going to end up.
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Sorry, I’m closer to San Antonio…
Heck Im grabbin a seat on the bench next to Burn and Chef since no one else is. I’m bringing my pillow too you never know how long I may need to be ever vigilant!
-Frankie
Lack of charisma can be fatal
Yes ma’m one ticket to Dallas.
No not round trip, one way. Yes.
Hello Honey, I wont be home tonight. No, no, not tomorrow either.
Yes, I’m serious, aliens. They are green and refuse to let me go. I’ll miss you. Bye.
(Twilight zone narraration)
The above is a one sided transcript of a phone call never placed, to a woman who exists only in real life. The man will never travel to Dallas, it is all a trick by his hormones, to put him in, the twilight zone.
-N
Prolly more like the male wet t-shirt catagory hon. 
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Okay, everyone to Chef’s place! Take the cooler, stock it with beer, and get the hose ready! PCW’s gonna take it off!
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Thank goodness I live in Minnesota where big-breasted women are free to go braless in stretchy, clingy turtlenecks with vertical ribs in the fabric.
All of my shirts are turtlenecks, I don’t own a bra and breast-reduction surgery is too expensive.
Well, the hell with Dallas, I’m off to Minnesota. It’s cold there, and we all what happens to nipples in the cold.
::waits for the band to start up::
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Don’t worry, winter will be over before you know it, and with it will go those pesky turtlenecks.
And tank top season will be upon us once again.
The IQ of a group is equal to the IQ of the dumbest member divided by the number of people in the group.
I’ll receive you with open arms, UncleBeer. On one condition. You change your name to reflect your true passion. That’s right. I expect your next post to be from username: UncleNipple