Pokey is the ultimate Rohrschach test, he is the fulcrum upon which all our sanity balances.
Max, you’re my favorite! I loves ya. 
Silver, I am feeling a little better…guess I’ll have to go to work tomorrow. Maybe.
Dude, my head just exploded.
Rose
hey, nobody goes back on Friday - unless it’s payday?
Sadly, it is payday. I’m hoping to go in long enough to pick up my check and run. I still feel like a steaming heap of poo. Not as steamy as yesterday, but pooish none the less.
Rose
Ooh!
starts running frantically around, looking for Pammipoo to tattle to
It’s pay day woooooooooohooooooooooo!
Sorry to hear that you are sick. I’d flirt with ya, but people would talk. However, I could send you some naked dancers!
did you go to the doctor like I told you, or do you want me pretending to be a doctor again?
Hush Cougarfang! Pammi lives, like, down the block from me…she could literally come over here and kick my ass, if she were so inclined.
CanadianSue, I know you don’t want to flirt publicly…that’s why I send you those erotic emails…don’t want the whole board to talk. Oh wait…um, never mind. Hey, did someone say naked dancers???
My dear twisty, I did go to the doctor (though I wouldn’t mind ‘playing doctor’ with you…hehe ;)). Actually I saw two doctors. They both decided that I probably have Lyme disease and started treating me for it. I won’t know for sure until Monday.
Let me just say, I do not want to have Lyme disease. I don’t even like limes, for Chrissakes!
Quick, someone make a joke about some salt, sucking me and a bottle of Corona!
Love you guys,
Rose
You mean like - shot of tequila, lick some salt, suck some juices…
(hey, don’t they have a Rose’s Lime Juice?)
WickedBlue- Glad you liked the jokes, and I hope you don’t have Lyme’s Disease. At least I don’t have to feel guilty about virtually giving you my cold.
Let’s see…I’m trying to think of something else amusing. Ah hah, got it. I have posted this a couple of times, but I think it relates to you. Here it goes:
*Little Johnny is playing hooky. To get away with it, he decides to call up the school. So he telephones, and when someone answers, he says, “Little Johnny is sick today and won’t be coming in to school.”
The school secretary responds, “Who is calling?”
“My uncle.”*
I really never do get tired of that one.
You know, when I saw this thread again today, I thought Wicky started a new one titled “Amuse The Sticky Wicky (please)”. Thinking that you were feeling better and now were immensely horny, I decided to pop in and see what kind of deviant sexual desires you had.
After I saw it was the same thread (damn my memory and eyesight), I kicked my own ass for getting my hopes up.