What are you, six years old?
Fair enough. Let’s make it pit-friendly then - Fuck off mini-mod.
As for the OP, women only poot gentle pink cotton balls which smell like the breath of baby angels. Therefore, I can only conclude your wife is actually a man. I’m sorry to break this to you.
Have you ever smelled the breath of a baby angel? It’d make a yak’s eyes water. Makes you wonder what they feed 'em up there.
Actually, I think that would more properly be the Hayward Fart. Just sayin’…
Sam
And I’m sure she will be glad to know that you’re speaking for her.
Yes. The prejudice in favour of corks over screw-caps is totally wrong-headed.
Cork, you must remember, may contain trichloroanisole, which can spoil your wife’s delicate bouquet.
If you think you’re unhappy now, it’s clear that you’ve never experienced the dreaded Cork Taint. It absolutely ruins the nose.
Take my advice: Go with a screw every time, and if you want to properly appreciate the finish, remember your retronasal breathing.
I wonder if your wife is my friend’s cousin or something. When we used to play D&D, I used to say he had an ass weapon instead of a breath weapon.
It’s like we are seperated at birth.
I have always maintained that I am a ‘delicate hothouse flower’ and that He Who Is Perfect & Without Fault would wander around clueless without my gentle guiding ways. and sarcasm. Loads of sarcasm.
[brownnoser]Miss Finkle! Miss Finkle! You forgot to give us homework![/BN]
Or a synthetic cork.
Without wanting to offend the Moderator Powers, I shall refrain from making a joke about the new blue collar farts. No corks or synethic posers. Fart in a box.
It would be in bad taste. so to speak.
I hope I don’t blow anyone away with my wittiness.
In reference to IMHO DrLoveGun’s thread about the chances of getting inkleberry pregnant again if they have sex right now, I think the question now would be what are his chances of even having sex again?
You are a wise, wise man.
Wouldn’t that be a weapon of ass destruction?
Damnit! I sent Frodo to the wrong crack! Poor little guy.
Enjoy,
Gandalf
Would somebody interrupt my mad giggling and tell me what the heck is going on here?
Sure.
Basically, we’re trying to undo all the evil of the One Reek. You know, the one in the poem?
One reek to foul them all
One reek to blind them
One reek to offend them all
and rule the darkness behind them
To this end, we have pledged ourselves. To stop these evil emanations, or to perish in the asstempt. Our weapon of choice was first a cork, but we have instead decided to screw it.
What say ye? Will you aid us, or thwart us? Choose swiftly, the wind of the black land is breaking upon us. And we can not endure the wind much longer.
Enjoy,
Steven
It’s an ill wind that blows no good.
If you decide to screw it, then be sure to have some towels for the santorum - the frothy mixture - that often results