Mildly Insulting There At The End (Don't Take It Personally)

I hereby wish to be addressed as Velma, One Of Rue’s Little Burros.

Would you like a spoon? It might help a bit. :smiley: [A girl I went to school with had this one line that went: “Here’s a spoon… so you can eat my ass!” She pretty much used it whenever she found a reason to be pissed off, but it was funny the first 5-50 times, depending on your level of sobriety and amusement.]

I’m reminded of a Tom Lehrer line:

“…University, where he majored in Animal Husbandry…
until they caught him at it one day.”

Actually, I know a bunch of bears that swampbear might like to meet*. Sweet, sweet burros, too.

I dunno about “lily white,” though. Some of 'em are a bit darker than that.

My problem involves single young ladies sneaking into my area and trying to grab my burro. My girlfriend is very protective when it comes to my burro, and she thinks poorly of poachers.

Fortunately, I usually keep my burro covered and restrained. This tends to prevent unfortunate misunderstandings in the “who owns the burro” area.

[sup]I have no idea what I’m saying. Please help me.**

*[sub]I haven’t forgotten about the cooler full of root berr either, buddy.[/sub]

The above post fully demonstrates the value of:

  1. Clicking the “Preview” button;

  2. Enabling the “Edit Post” function (although I endorse the Admins’ position on this);

  3. Not being a pathetic idiot in the first place.

[sub]Useless, bandwith-occupying, server-time monopolizing rant over. Please continue with the “ass” jokes.[/sub]

In my neck of the woods, on my street, in my garage, in my house, in my bedroom I’ve seen a very shy and rare breed of burro.

The Deathly Pale Sparsely-Haired Polish Burro of Death*

On accounta its smell.