Yeah ol’ Frank, that beer belly scratching, Buffalo wings eating, Cheetos dust on his sweat pants wiping, Nazi-mod, fart machine.
stops picking nose
starts looking for hidden camera
It’s in your pants.
19, very male, and wherever you are, baby
FTR, I am not a dude named Frank.
FTR, I am a dude named John.
That was my mother.
I am, of course, a dog.
:smack: I only just now realized why some people marked TYM’s sex as female.
I guess if I had to picture him, it would have been something along the lines of Gigolo Joe from A.I.
That whole cocaine & catwalk thing is pretty remote to me. How sad.
What the world really needs is more frank women. Or Frankenwomen. That would be good, too. Not Al Frankenwomen, though. That would be way wrong. I mean the kind of Frankenwomen that needs just a screw here and a screw there to be made complete. Those kind of Frankenwomen. That’s what the world really needs.
I’m sorry, what was the question?
I just had one of those moments when you add up a bunch of small data bits all at once, and get a distressingly reliable insight into your own personality.
I didn’t know T[sub]his[/sub]Y[sub]ears[/sub]M[sub]odel[/sub] was a guy. I didn’t think of him as a girl, though. I just didn’t think of him as a him or a her. Now I realize that unless, and until it becomes specifically relevant, and often only for those few seconds, I don’t much pay attention to gender on the internet.
Call yourself Sweet Lil Heartbreaker and I get a visual of a very young girl in not enough clothes. But, unless she puts a lot of specifically sexual references in her posts, I won’t think about it much. Long ago, in another whole type of message board virtual world, I was completely sensitive to the sex of the other respondents, even to the point of knowing who was electronically transgendered, without being told. But when you are discussing Kant, Carl Rove, or stellar dynamics, I guess I just don’t care what your plumbing equipment is, just your sources.
I am a lot more celibate than I had realized.
Tris
I am not a guy named Frank.
This whole thread is very confusing. Why can’t a woman be frank?
Woman can be sincere and direct, can’t they?
I’ll be Ernest, if you’d rather.
nod to Benny Hill
The reason I thought so was not because of the “model” connotation but because he was so freakin’ nice all the time, even when correcting people. Not that women can’t be bitches but still, for some reason…
I had the overwhelming urge to reply to that with “Ahhh…Eastwood? Clint Eastwood.”
Idle Thoughts (and any other guys), please feel free to think of me as a hot female doper. 
points Favoritism!
Do you mean me, or Hamadryad?
I always think of you as a hot female doper. I also seem to always think of your username as a question instead of a username, but being married I can’t answer the question.
-Otanx
Frank.
He used to be mysterious.
Now, he’s just another hot dog in a pot of boiling water.
I am perfectly willing to do so. If you would be so kind as to provide some evidence in support of this assertion? Email is fine, just put SDMB in the message header. Of course, too many clothes could cloud the issue, so just remember, less is more. 