Oh, good! Back in the race. I’ll catch one of y’all one of these days.
As a founding member of the Help, there are no smart, fun and hot women after me club, I feel that I should suggest that perhaps our two fine organizations gather in some sort of tradional get-to-know-each-other fashion. Perhaps we could have a hoe-down of some sort. Tell everyone that there will be punch and pie.
Then we could all chase each other around in a circle, so there was someone chasing everyone…hmmm…
but there better be punch and pie or I’ll be outta there.
People…people! We’re moving outside of our charter here. The rules are I am to be chased (as are those other members of our Fine Club). Please keep it in line and follow the rules.
Crap. Rules me out. . . Twice. :rolleyes:
Tripler
Helluva week I’m having. :mad:
Awww, c’mere Tripler. We’ll make it allllll better. smooch
HAY! Knock it off! Yer gonna get me thrown in the clink!
Tripler
Do a search for Tripler’s Law. :mad:
Can’t. “law” is too short. Perhaps if it’s important enough to post about and include an angry smilie you should just share it with us.
Dammit. Forgot the “:)”
Mmmmmmmmmmm. Jasmine and Tripler sittin’ under a tree.
K-I-S-S-I… well, you know the rest.
Tripler still be mad tho.
I’ve grown accustomed to this life. It lends to my deployability, thus, my job security.
Tripler
Don’t step on my job security. :mad:
Tripler. Rules were SO made to be broken.
Except for mine, of course. If my rule weren’t that the gorgeous guy has to chase me, why…I’d positively surround you in emotional affection.
I think I need to unbutton my shirt a bit, getting a bit warm in here. Let me turn on the radio for you jazzmine. Ah yeah, there’s a groovy tune. Would you like to dance with me here under the moon light?
It’s the life I lead ma’am. Sometimes it’s a blessing, sometimes it’s a curse. . .
Tripler
Mostly a curse to all the lovely ladies. . .
And the predator becomes the prey… 
::: leaping off in pursuit of Slainte :::
Although I am a gorgeous man, I can’t chase you if you won’t run.
When I was about thirty, I considered myself to be pudgy and quite ordinary looking. I didn’t date a lot and prospects were glum. I went to Northern Europe for the summer and found myself pursued by wonderful gorgeous Viking men! They are beautiful men – kind and smiling and fun. Travel!
Dr. Paprika, you’re really very nice but I have to run now…
A thread full of women in need of gorgeous men? I’m here, ladies. Please form an orderly queue.
The Plain People of the Straight Dope: Correct us if we’re wrong, Steve, but didn’t you go on the record as being something less than gorgeous? We believe your exact words were, and we quote, “I look like three hundredweight of camel droppings.”
Well … yes. But they’re pedigree camel droppings.
:clonks Steve Wright on the head:
Ladies, ignore him. He’s a LOVELY fellow. Really. He just goes to too many country weddings.