Maybe that’s why he asked for a scalp massage 
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(Thanks Mbossa, I’ll keep that in mind.)
Good god.
laughing too hard to post
Those aren’t testicles, they’re saddlebags. For ice. To keep the lager cold. Also, I’ve figured out eleanorigby’s problem in getting a foot massage. She ain’t got none.
And, Inigo, you’ve got something dripping out of your…uhm, punctuation. You may want to take somthing for that. Maybe penis-cillin.
It’s not dripping - that’s his detachable foreskin (dare I say - BAND NAME!!!?).
/channelling JDT
[King Missile]
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my foreskin was missing again
This happens all the time, it’s detachable.
[/King Missile]
See what happens when you demand nachos and beer? I hope you’ve learnt your lesson.
Mmmmm…
I could really kill for some ambrosia and nectar right now. sigh
I’m laughing too hard to post anything. Hey, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship…
I thought the nonsexual 69 would work–he has my feet in his lap, while I…oh. Wait a minute. Maybe we’ll use the diagram.
Caveat: I want my feet, please!
And I’m the gorgeous one–HE is the one with the nachos and beer.
Jeesh. I ask you to do one thing… :rolleyes:
I’ll try to explain the stick figures for you (in spite of those stick figures defying explanation) - see, the stick figure with the cantalopes for balls is saying, “You’re gorgeous,” and the stick figure with the cantalopes for boobs is saying, “Here is your nachos and beer.” It’s all good, dawg.
:smack:
Did I mention I had blonde hair?
jeesh–I am one pathetic excuse for brains today!
eleanorigby, if I told you you’re beautiful, would you get me some beer and nachos?
:: d&r ::
I fear that Inigo’s enormous testicles have ruined her for all other men… 
Nah–it’s his !. It’s just so exciting! Everytime I see !, I get all !
That is one big !, I’m telling you.
Ponder --beer and nachos require beautiful compliment AND foot massage.
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the nachos in the sofa where a Ponder has been
Lives in a dream…
My ! is soooooooo big.
Hey beautiful, won’t you rub you feet on my kitchen floor and gimme some more 'dem nachos. I love you, you know. Always have. So…a beer too then, right?
{Channeling Johnny Carso (or was it The Match Game?)}How big is it?
Hey, I just realized that an erect ! is a i. We’re really pushing back the internet frontiers here today, kids.
Johnny Carso? Imagine that there is an “n” on the end of that.
Is there room in the kitchen for the nachos, the beer, my feet and your ! ?
It may be i, but I like ! better. Has more !mpact, so to speak.
(why do I get a sneaky feeling that Inigo just wants nachos and beer?)
Will noone think of my non-smelly, darn cute feet?
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Foot-rubbing requires affection (or fetish), you want affection? Gimme nachos & beers. Good beers. Nachos are always good. The better the treats, the better the lovin’. Ain’t nothin free, you know that. You gorgeous thing, you.