pouts, refuses to flirt with CandidGamera anymore
It didn’t zip by me, I was picking on you for your very awkward grammar!
Aww… you weren’t exaggerating? Not even a little? A teensy-weensy, itty-bitty bit?
If it was a genuine swoon, I apologize. I’m just skeptical at heart, you know. 
Well, use the tongue-sticking out smiley instead of the confused one, for that. 
When I see that tiny purple face, I feel compelled to explain. It just looks so sad…
Not my fault you’re a little slow.
Anyway, I love the confused smiley.
Part of me wants to wait till near the three-month resurrection limit before replying to this with “Hey!” - but I think I’ve been getting too much irony in my diet.
Hey, now. A girl can look, right?
Yes. Yes, she can. All she likes.
So…where’s the picture with the pose?
See post…#4.
Have we forgotten the Guatemalan picture so soon?
No, let’s have a real pose. Some primping. Come on, you’re holding us up here.
Primping? Define ‘primping’. Is it like ‘pimping’?
2 entries found for primp.
primp ( P ) Pronunciation Key (prmp)
v. primped, primp·ing, primps
v. tr.
To dress or groom (oneself) with meticulous or excessive attention to detail.
v. intr.
To dress or groom oneself with elaborate care; preen.
I think I mighta whooshed you there.
Back to the point - I don’t primp. I’m comfy guy.
Nope, you said define primping, so I did so.
You mean you showered? Has it been a year already? 
Oh, like you didn’t think I’d show up with a smartass comment!
Alfred Hitchcock? Shower scene? Mr. Bates, is that you? 
:eek:
Hey, I may be off-kilter, but I’m no psycho.
Hang on, Mother’s calling…
I’m just insulted it took so long! 
Yeah, but I was joking. Wait. Hmmm… so when I say do something, you do it.
This has possibilities. :dubious:
So, I’ve been doing a lot of moving heavy objects lately, as part of my ongoing moving-out-of-my-apartment.
After one day of particularly annoying stariclimbing with heavy objects, my thighs had some nice knots in them. As I pondered the discomfort, my brain presented me with the image of a steel-cable suspension bridge - you know the kind - the ones that invariably get shot in an action movie, the individual tiny cables making up the big cable begin to fray, more and more of them snapping, as the tension builds (pun intended.)
So, somewhere in my thigh, there’s a tiny action hero stretching his hand out to his love interest, saying ‘Just grab my hand!’
That is all.