Good to see ya back TH.
I’m glad you’re back, man.
TennHipp!!! Man, this is better than 'nanner pudding!
Smooch
Looking forward to some tasty linguistic gravy!
The ride is short and the thrills are cheap- Men and rollercoasters. - - -Courtesy of Wally, that Signifying Guy.
And the Newbie asks…
Who the hell is TennHippie? 
Esprix
Ask the Gay Guy! (or, if you prefer the Jesusfied version, Asketh the damn Priest Guy!)
TN*hippie is the Poet Laureate of the great State of Tennessee, (we’uns at SDMB having uncerimoniously unseated Peck Gunn, what with him being a geezer and all) and several states of conciousness.
Welcome back, it was a long 3 days.
Sig! Sig a Sog! Sig it loud! Sig it Strog! – Karen Carpenter with a head cold
I am [blushing] overwhelmed with the enthusiastic response to my return.
I love y’all, too.
Now regret it:
It’s said that my limericks were missed;
That my doggerel was hard to resist.
I love the great battery
Of affectionate flattery,
And I hope more are pleased than are pissed.
Peace,
TennHippie
how 'bout this one?
There once was a Tennessee freak
Who of Patchouli often would reek.
I’d cut off his hair
On a bet or a dare
And I reckon he’d cry for a week.
Hey welcome back TN*hippie.
btw, it is just me, or does TN*hippie look like nipple?
Louie: young guy, possibly a bit green, but smart as paint. - Greg Charles
Welcome back!
I was going to get you in on our NC Doper’s meeting last month but I never got around to e-mailing you. (I’m such a slacker!) I understand there is one coming up in May (in Raleigh)–you should make a special guest appearance!
Anyway, it’s great to have you back!
“You don’t have insurance? Well, just have a seat and someone will be with you after you die.” --Yes, another quality sig custom created by Wally!
A Jesusfied sig: Next time I covet thine opinion, I’ll ask for it!
As a newbie, my words don’t mean piss,
so I 'spect you will all ignore this.
But by looking around,
at last I have found
for certain an ass I must kiss.
Yeah, TennHippie’s back!
Nice poem, smartass.
I certainly hope that my new handle looks like “nipple.” What a delightful piece of anatomy to be compared to! And to handle.
There once was a lady named Lola
Who had some sweet aureola.
I’d feast on that Venus
(She, in turn, my penis)
Then she’d chase down my love with some cola.