Hang on - Describe this trap for me?
The pile of comics is affixed with a device keyed to your unique biogenetic signature. When you approach, it sends a signal… hey, wait, why am I telling you this? 
…then it flips the man, into the pan, the trap is set, here comes the net.
I thought it was the same Mouse Trap, but I couldn’t believe anyone else played that game. I *loved * that game!
I still have it.
It was an awesome game. Alas, I think my copy went the way of the do-do.
I bought a new one, some years ago. I was an only child & I make no excuses. I even have a Mr. Potato Head on my desk.
Along with a Newton’s Cradle. *There’s * an interesting justaposition for you.
Belive me, this thread has gotten me thinking of even more interesting juxtapositions than that. 
Yeah, me too. Considering what’s going on in the thread it’s not too far-fetched.
And hey, that reminds me, I did e-mail you - not regarding the massage (sorry!) but regarding something else. I think it was yesterday evening or last night, did you get it?
My home email is checked usually once, right after work. I haven’t had the opportunity to see it, if it was late yesterday.
Oh, so no, it was probably at 9 PM or so.
Hmm. Perhaps I’ll e-mail you again, re the massage. 
Please, do.
I just noticed I spelled *juxtaposition * wrong? WTF is wrong with me?
You’re not getting enough oxygen, holed up there in the coat closet.
I think “holed up in the coat closet” would not be the *exact * reason why I’m not getting enough O2.
I was here, just went out for a pack of smokes
And on that note, I figure it’s about time I grabbed you and dragged you somewhere private ~ponders~ and on the way, you should grab Anaamika
Finally. I’ve got her, unless CandidGamera lures her away.
Promise?
What’s not to like? 'Sides, I keep my feet nicely pedicured and they are cute!
I’m busy tickling her.
tickle
Meanwhile,I’m snuggled up in my pile of cushions…There’s something missing…ah yes a nice cozy blanket…and a gorgeous Monica…
How you doin’, Bambi Hassenpfeffer? Come and check out my tower. Barad-dûr, that is.
WRS - Sorry to crash the party.
Oh, I thought you were off flirting elsewhere- I was beginning to feel quite abandoned!
heads back with a big fluffy blanket