“What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?”
–Much Ado About Nothing, Act 1, Scene i
You go off into what is no doubt an exciting real life and you leave me all alone in the pit, with a classic case of cyanotic spheroids and you expect me to just wait around for you?? Guess again, sugar!
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Ooh. The idea of you get your butt flamed turns me on!
“Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee!”
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene i
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Kinda smacks of the Monty Python argument clinic, huh?
DRY: “That was never 20 minutes just then.”
Grace: “Yes, it was.”
DRY: “No, it wasn’t.”
Grace: “Yes, it was.”
DRY: “No it wasn’t.”
Grace: “WAS!”
DRY: “WASN’T!”
Grace–you know I luvs you. But “sour grapes” just aren’t as appealing to me as “mashed potatoes”!
You don’t have to bind it for heaven’s sake. We have machines for that.
But thanks for the stats, to you, and annalamerino, and beatle
—#317 or 348, depending on who’s doing the ranking. Of course, every reply changes the totals and the ranking, and I’m getting a headache just thinking about it.
Grace, methinks it would be wise for both of us to break off from Mr. DRY. Come on, he’s got seven women in his sig, Seven! How special do you think any of us really are to him? He’ll probably just abandon us for the next cute newbie who comes along willing to give out her e-mail address. We deserve better than that. Much better. A couple of gorgeous babes like us, I’m sure we could find tons of guys willing to write us smarmy love letters.
Let’s see…as of this list I was # 155 in post frequency, at 3.53. I was also # 383 in total posts–that surprises me, considering how many people were registered when I got here.
(Why am I mentioning this? To keep climbing into the top 300, of course.)
Heheheehee…JB, stop that, that tickles.
<whispers under her breath: Of all the times to be found out!>
So I’m ticklish. Ain’t saying where. Nope. Not me.
I made it in the top 20! Cool! But less than 10 per day. Gotta work on that.
Great. You people are just destroying the meager reputation I’ve worked so hard to cultivate. Now I’ll be known as they flirt who drove other women into each other’s arms…
“Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost
my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial”
–Othello, Act 2, Scene iii
Watch it, dear Scotti, or I’ll embarrass you publicly and tell everyone that it’s not just your cute face that blushes.
FWIW, based on your post count and your posts that a quick search revealed for the days since that list was generated, I’m guessing that you we’re #1001.