Okay. It’s taken a while, but I now have kitty pictures! They’re not the best quality, but it’s hard to take pics of these two – they keep moving! Here you go: http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/stargazer_503
Now, as for naked, you can picture me however you like. Hey. Hey! HEY! Not like that. [Eliza Doolittle]I’m a good girl, I am![/Eliza Doolittle] Naked is one thing, but that… that’s different.
-stargazer (nekkid, mebbe.)
No, no nakie time right now, too many cats with claws running around. Owww… bad memories…
-Lil(most definitely at least slightly clothed)
Like I care if you’re any good at the sport. Just so long as there’s lots of leaping and diving involved. And if you miss the ball a lot, well, all I can say is better you picking up a volleyball than swampie grabbing his morning paper, if you catch my meaning.
Geez, when this thread started it was about clean stuff like camping and powdered doughnuts and now it’s about nakedness and games involving balls and leather… well I’m just appalled!
Nausicaa (averting her eyes from the nakedness and games involving leather balls)
and grabbing, must not forget the grabbing, ** Nausica **
-Lil(averting her eyes, well maybe peeking a little)
Shibb just so you know, I do not walk outside naked to get my paper. I mean, it’s the front of my house and all so I dress for the neighbors. However, if you wish, I could just wear my robe and let it accidentally come undone while bending over. That oughta give him nightmares for a couple weeks!
Auggh! Soap, I need soap!
Or maybe I could wear one of those shortie robes. You know, the ones that may or may not exactly hide all my “business.” That way, I could just squat down to pick up the paper causing the robe to ride up just enough to show it all, ever so briefly.
Bet ol’ Shibb will be gouging his eyes out and scrubbing his brain with bleach after that mental image.
swampy - he’s not the only one gouging here… :eek:
It’s a good thing that my temporary (I hope) blindness won’t allow me to read this post. I’m guessing.
Ivory. I’d suggest Ivory since it’s 99 44/100% pure and it floats if you drop it. Very handy, floating soap. No perfumes of moisturizers or nuthin’. Just soap in that soap.
-Rue. (thread cleaner)
How? You cornered the market on Ivory earlier in this thread. Not fair to bogart the Ivory and then lord it over us. 
Anyway, I suspect that Shibb will want something a little stronger. Lye, perhaps. I personally have a fairly strong stomach (and I have seen porn from the '70’s), so the idea of Swampy in a shorty robe doesn’t really bother me. Just put a towel down before you sit anywhere, Swampy, honey.
Hey, speaking of which, did anyone else see that Sex and the City where Charlotte was dealing with this exact issue?
I was nekkid in the cee-ment pond last night. There! Take that mental image.
Methinks Swampy is an exhibitionist of the highest calibur!
OK - enough of the nekkid talk, now. My husband is living 700 miles away from me and I won’t be visiting him till next week. So stop talking nekkid.
What’s wrong with discussing the weather? Sharing recipes? Telling jokes? Criminy, people, there’s more to life than conversations about supple young nudes cavorting in the sunshine, covered with a sheen of sweat… ummm…
So, anybody like to play Canasta??
I’m afraid I never learned to play Canasta.
The weather is beautiful here today though we won’t be enjoying it much as all the inhabitants of Casa Tanookie have a cold. Grrrrr.
I don’t know too many good jokes but I do have some recipes if anyone wants one.
There a whole post fully clothed!
Naked Canasta? While drinking Shasta*?
*Shasta, it hasta be Shasta… soft drinks, probably local to California or the West Coast, from my long ago youth.
Kitties! stargazer introduced kitties and there has been a serious lack of ooooing and ahhhing. Well, everyone go click cause them kitties is cute!!
swampangel, I got good and sweaty because I was walking for exercise! It was planned sweat! Three days a week I walk. Two days I do yoga. Which is what I’m about to do now! So, anyway needing a nekkid fix can contemplate my unclothedness once more, as I dress for an hour of stretching and peace. (Sorry FCM!)
-Ellen. (ohm)
I am fully clothed and eating a Long John Silver’s Fish 'n More combo as we speak. The LJS drive thru lady must like me. I got two extra hush puppies.
This is an impulse lunch. I was gonna go home for lunch, but I was out looking at yet again another bathroom and was driving down the main drag here when LJS just jumped out at me and made me pull into its drive thru. So here I sit eating fried fish, fried hushpuppies and french fries. I am also drinking a diet coke that comes with the combo. As far as I know it’s not fried.
Ellen Cherry (heh. swampangel. I like it!) so since it’s planned sweat, then we can assume that the ensuing nekkidness was planned nekkidness.
tanookie I do like to be nekkid in the cee-ment pond. The other mentions of my nekkidity were meant to gross out Shib which I think I did. The fact that I also grossed out FairyChatMom is all gravy.
So now I’ve got this mental image of swampbear skinny-dipping in a cee-ment pond full of gravy and fried fish. Oh yeah, and there’s a chee-hoo-ah-hoo-ah skittering all over him.
Lucky for me I have his address - I know where to send the bills for my therapy!