You know, this guy was supposed to come rake my yard Wednesday (to help get it ready to put on the market. Then he called me yesterday and said he was sorry he didn’t show up, but he really needed the money and would be here at 9 am to clean up my yard. The jerk didn’t show again!
Zat rastard is what he is. Now I have to find someone else to clean up my yard. (Of course, that’s what I said Wednesday night, too…)
Aaah…I love it when we simulpost, Q.E.D.…
About that tabloid - did you notice the list of things they expose about Saddam on the cover? Was it the Weekly World News (it had to be) - my favorite was that they reveal that he hates hummus!
Oh, and Sperfur, please don’t hire any drifters to work on your yard.
Again, we have simulposted! So many times cannot be mere coincindence. 
But there are more fun things to do simultaneously…hehehe
But this isn’t a drifter - this is a guy who occasionally works on Henry’s campaign.
Caring warning, though - I appreciate it…
Doggone, Q.E.D., I’m gonna need a cold shower if you keep it up!
Eek! I didn’t mean it like that. Really.
D’oh! And again!
For the record, if I had O next, I would say:
Or did I?
Given unknown reasons I didn’t notice the name just the expression on his face with hes beret cocked just so and the hand bag hanging in just such a way that you expect him to try and hit you over the head with it.
[v]H**a! I know you were teasing, sperfur! 
Hoo are you talking about, Osiris?
Hate like heck to break in with another reality intrusion, but everyone who is so inclined, please give a thought or a prayer for the Tugger. Tug McGraw was just discovered to have serious brain cancer - he was not only great for baseball in general, but for the New York Mets and the Philadelphia Phillies in particular. Not to mention he’s also Tim McGraw’s dad.
I can’t code tonight…
Just want to say your coding mistakes are sexy…
Knowing that makes me flustered, sperfur sweetie.
[sub]Q.E.D. is blushing…[/sub]
Like, I might need a cold shower after reading all this sexy dialogue. Go people, go.
Kold buckets of water won’t work on Q.E.D. and I, because we’re in the pool.
Meaning could have been taken from my earlier post - an innuendo - keep it up…never mind my dirty little mind…
Love to have a linky link, Osiris.
Nooooo! I keep forgetting the L when you’re flirting with me!