Back when the “My Yahoo!” service first started up, the banner ads showed a cute woman looking seductively at you, with the caption “I don’t show My Yahoo to just anyone.”
I use AOL.
Yeah, yeah… I know. Make the jokes. Ha-ha. sigh 
tracer, post more.*
*In the Enterprise threads, I mean.
Remember: the yahoos, from Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels, were gross, disgusting, barbaric creatures who resemble humans quite a bit. Quite a namesake there.
I like pesto.
Mayonnaise is the creamy fat-feeding blob of the devil.
If liking mayonaise is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Well, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re a little bit off anyway.
Okay, so am I.
Why this sudden preoccupation with Satan and plants?
P.S.
I like pesto, too.
There’s a mayonaise plant? 
Well… there’s a mayo clinic…
I’m really, really, really getting tired of NoClue being the Teacher’s Pet.
::scratches head::
::notices an M&M on the floor:: ::eats it::
It’s cause I’m SEXY!!
:eek:
*So I whipped out my big ten inch!
Record of the band that sings the blues…*
I thought Linus was the Teacher’s Pet.
<OW!> <------------reacts as she’s virtually-pelted
::virtually pets viva while munching M&Ms::
<sniff> And I thought I earned those good grades.
Wait. Teachers’ pets earn good grades. That’s why they’re teacher’s pet. That and all the sucking up (smiles ingratiatingly). You have any erasers to clap, teach?
And I thought I’d never find another one after the whole sorrid Miss Othmar affair.
Plain, or peanut, Aesiron?
Almond.
I had the hots for my Sophomore English teacher, Mrs Akiona, and was a blatant suck up to her. She was the perfect woman personified… she even liked Star Trek!
When we got our yearbooks, she was the first person I got to sign it. She said I was “a good friend” and I was on Cloud Nine for the rest of the year. I even took two study halls my senior year so I could be her teacher’s aide (couldn’t my junior… too busy) but she took the year off to have her baby. Grrr. :mad:
Hmph. Here I am lookin’ for a shoulder to cry on and they’re all cold. Story of my life. sniff
Here is a warm shoulder and a virtual kleenex for you. Blow. Wipe. Now toss it away (the kleenex).
Good Aes.
I was starting to wonder if this thread was coming to a Dead Stop.
Blow and wipe? I’ll be nice. You did let me cry on your shoulder, after all.
Speaking of Ms Akiona, one of the people at the Dopefest today reminded me of her. Unfortunately, she was married to one of the dopers and had a kid. Eep. Let’s hope that Mrs. Akiona’s Clone’s Husband isn’t a Trekkie. :eek:
Don’t feel bad. While you guys were fantasizing over the hot teachers, we took advantage of the lack of competition and got nice 'n comfy* with the girls we were in class with. 
Actually, the way certain news stories have come up over the past few years, the term teacher’s pet has taken on a whole new meaning, say no more, say no more.
Well, me and the squeeze and a couple o’ friends went to a self made double feature today/night. The Italian Job was really good. Top notch entertainment all the way through. (Even if there were a few plot holes, the story movement help cover over them.) Hollywood Homicide was so bad, I asked God if I could have another kidney stone just to get me out of the theater. Bleh! On the upside of things, I’m kinda start’n to like this girl. ::
:: Yeah, go ahead, let me have it. I’m falling for the most beautiful woman I know. As we were walking around between movies, I told her, “K, you are one fine woman.” She giggled a bit (which is quite an endearing trait for a 40 yr old hottie) and asked, “Why did you say that?” Then her eyes got all big as she remembered the line from The Italian Job that I was doing, and she proceded to hit me quite a bit. I really didn’t mind that much. For an explanation of the joke, see the movie. Or use this spoiler box: FINE = Freaked out Insecure Neurotic and Emotional.
*sweaty, nervous, real quick teenage sex.
I want to see the Italian Job. Edward Norton is a god.