[homer voice/] mmmmmmm…icing [/Homer voice] That would just be too sticky though, that is why I prefer ice and/or water…
So…you like things wet?
Great Scott! Did I really type that? Color me red.
I feel so dirty!
Okay, then let’s go swimmin’!
You jump in first–tell me how cold it is. I don’t want to freeze my ahem off.
I think you should jump in first. We could either determine the temp by the “Shrinkage Factor” or by the hardness of nipples, your choice.
grabs ChrisP’s hand and bolts for the pool Okay, fellow chickenshit, there’s only one way to find out. 
AudreyK, I fear that I have been neglecting you on this, your birthday week. I won’t allow myself to be distracted again, whether by a troublesome troll or a jealous woman. My eyes are on you alone; your skin, as soft as the ocean’s breezes; your eyes, as dark as night and flashing like moonlight off the ocean’s waves; your lips, as full and inviting as a newly-opened orchid.
Yeah, I can dish it out, can’t I? If our friends in Ireland could refrain from accusing me of perpetuating offensive 19th century stereotypes of Irish people as sweet-talking liars and rogues I’d say that I had the gift of the Blarney, but they can’t so I won’t.
blush Thanks, dropzone!
Myrr, of course you are forgiven! Wanna head over to the private booths?
Sure do, here I’ll carry you over… 
:eek: :eek:
That’ll get me on ChiefScott’s shitlist for sure, but Myrr, you are sooooooooo worth it!!! ::smooch::
Dry, my love! Thou hast a golden and treacherous tongue. (If Shakespeare didn’t say that, he should have.) 
So if I read these last two lines correctly, does this mean you are heading north on your next vacation?
I’ll look forward to it!
Scotti
Sorry I’m late Audrey, - I promise not to be late to your birthday party again… this year.
hugs and happiness for one of my preferred posters
::grinning happily::
Don’t worry, I’ll scare off Chiefy (well, I probably couldn’t, but I’ll throw a few more smilies at him in hopes he’ll turn away in disgust :D:D).
Now then, which way is that booth?
::kissing neck::
Wheee!
::whispers:: Scotti, you have something planned, don’t you? Cement shoes? Whips? Leather straps? Tell, tell!!
Thanks, dpr! ::hug:: There’s beer in the cooler, unless soda’s consumed it all. I’ve got some sparkling apple cider somewhere too…
Myrr, come on in here and give me a REAL birthday present!
A real birthday present eh (oh god, that makes me sound Canadian)?
::disappearing into booth w/ Audrey; trying to block thoughts of “cement shoes”::
[musically]
Happy birthday to you…
[/musically]
:D;)
No problem, hon, I didn’t get back on yesterday. Went to a BBQ and went to bed early. I went back to work today after vacation, and had to be there even earlier than my normal 7AM starting time.
I did catch your troll battles, and methinks you conducted yourself honorably. I have taken the very good advice friend DRY gave me, and am staying out of flame battles, or I would have posted my support. But then, you know you always have that, darlin’!
drop baby, you are one lyrical man. Are you by any chance Irish? Well, no matter. This is quite possibly the most romantic and sweet and, well, BLUSH INDUCING thing that anyone ever said to me!
I was just a about to post to Chef Troy’s love letter thread, telling him not to bother with me after all, since I had just been serenaded by the TRUE master of the love letter, when my besotted gaze fell on this-
Sigh…
So much for romance on the SDMB!
But, thank you so much. You made my day, and as you can see I have edited out the green eye statement (mine are blue) and am going to read this every time I am having one of those low self-esteem days.
You are a sweetheart!
Scotti
(Hey! Get that tongue out of your cheek! I SAW that!)
Happy very belated birthday Audrey. Again, very sorry. I hope you had a very good B-day. Ummm, let me see, what could I give you. All I seem to have around me is paper and other office supplies. How about I just give you my love. Hey, what can I say. It’s cheap and I’m broke.
Hey, drop!
I just finished reading this thread, are you REALLY Irish?
I must have ESP-
Either that, or a really, really good blarney detector.
You choose.
Scotti
The shoes aren’t for you, sweetie, they’re for DRY and his serial flirting. Now where were we? Oh yes, I believe you were about to give me my present… hehehehehehe…
silent_rob, thank you! Is that good paper? Any Sharpie pens there? I do like office supplies.