You have the one where Snickers is in her secluded mountain chalet, lounging on her bearskin rug, sipping cognac? You, lost in the storm, are guided to her by the light coming through the window? She greets you at the door, the cold doing interesting things to her silk gown, and invites you in…
Me either. Just checking.
Yer inquisitive pal,
Rue.
Arden Ranger, you’re absolutely right! Let 'em cheer naked!
Yer suportive of the avant guard cheer industry pal.
Rue. (That was a hard one.)
Great. Anyone remember JDT?
Yup. My dad.
I knew there was something wrong with my SD cosmos. Thanks for pointing it out to me, Rue.
Gods, I feel so dirty now.
Well that’s just great! I guess I know what I’m doing this morning: searching for my Very First Post[sup]TM[/sup]. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but, well, I guess y’all will know who is responsible for the server lag this morning.
Interesting to note that the three funniest fellows (IMO) are related, so to speak.
That’s how you see me, Rue? Really? I’m touched… I’m flattered… OK, so I’m struggling not to guffaw out loud! Thanks for making my Monday! I’m sending a smooch your way! Now I’m sorry I didn’t join your underwear exchange… 
Okay, I found my first post. Not surprisingly, it was about skiing. Actually, it was **Where was your best vacation? **and I de-lurked to mention Jackson Hole and the amazing powder-snow that accumulates there. Gads, I love that place.
Anyhoo, I guess this means I’m a son of Soup.
FTR, I felt I should list my first thread, too.
OK, Snickers, how does this grab you?
Snickers is in her suburban tract house. You drag her dog back to her. Again. The derned mutt keeps digging up your garden. The TV light keep flickering against the picture window. She greets you at the door with a hearty “Yeah, waddaya want?”. The humidity makes her t-shirt droop in a most unbecoming fashion. “Gimme my derned dog and git the heck offa my lawn!”
Is that better? I aim to please.
Yer storiferous pal,
Rue.
storiferous = many stories to tell
I just wanted to point out thinksnow took nine whole days to start a thread. It took me three.
Puddin’ still has me beat, but I’m up on think. And barring the Peabody Gambit, there’s nothing he can do about it. Bwa-hahahahaha!
Yer needlessly competitive pal,
Rue.
I win! I win! HAHAHAHA!
unbecoming random flailing which translates as a victory dance
And I still don’t have a date for the prom. Who’da thought?