HEY! I’ve been wearing combat boots since the OP! What’s wrong with combat boots??!!
[sub]To be honest, I feel kinda dead sexy in’em, too…[/sub]
HEY! I also happen to be a combat boot wearer. You got a problem with that?
[sub]Yeah so do I Nym![/sub]
I would like to take this opportunity to cordially invite anyone who doesn’t think the epitome of sexiness is combat boots to smell my Dad!
[sup]/mumble mutter/ “Sheesh, what a bunch of unimaginative bacon-sniffing Nerf-snatchers who can’t come up with anything original. Why next thing ya know, my mother will be accused of dressing me funny!”/mumble mutter/[/sup]
…AND your momma dresses you funny!
And to think that I was gonna let UncleBill off scot free (pun intended) until I saw this. Well, now…
::Cracking knuckles::
UncleBill, you suck the sweat off a dead man’s balls, you pathetic, kilt-wearing cocknugget! If you were on fire, I wouldn’t piss on you to put you out. If I came across you in the street, dying of thirst, I’d pull up a lawn chair and start a pool on how long you’d last. I may flirt with everything, but that’s because I know I’ve got a shot, you ugly-ass, Casey Kasem-looking, rabbit-blowing uncle-fucker!
[sub]With all due respect, of course[/sub]
“All due respect”, he says.
Yah, like that’ll keep you from an a**-kickin’ next time he sees you, ya :wally
:whiney Superdude voice:
“Oh, UncleBill, you know I was just kidding, right? I mean, don’t beat me up. The plastic surgery is getting too expensive. I mean, I’ll buy you a beer and give you my lunch-money if you let me live…”
Several male Dopers, including dougie_monty, are sitting on a park bench in a quiet park near downtown Los Angeles. A female Doper, with a figure that would make Dolly Parton look macho, and sexy clothes to accentuate this, swivels by–obviously looking for male attention.
Dougie leans forward as she approaches and announces, “Wow! You sure have big tets, Honey!”
The other male Dopers don’t react to this right away. The woman does, however–she socks Dougie on the side of the head for the remark, knocking him to the ground.
He feels his sore jaw and looks up to see the woman still there, glowering at him.
"Up yours, you bastard!" she hollers.
He just nods and moans. The other guys laugh, and one says, “You sure put your foot in your mouth with that one!”
“I think I put both feet in that time,” he moans.
If looks could kill…she stands there waiting, still glowering. He finally musters a serious apology. She gives him a well-now-that’s-more-like-it nod and then walks off.