umm … you’ve struck me speechless :dubious:
There, there. Rocky’s here for ya, kiddo.
[Howard Stern]
I’d do ya, honey, not to worry about that!
[/Howard Stern]
I’m 6’1" so when I put on those 9" heels with the 4" platforms (for a comfortably moderate 5" heel rise) I’m … well … taller!
But I usually go more for the nekkid footsie-strappy styles, women Do judge a man by his shoes, don cha know?!! I mean, after all, by the time you get a boot in my size, it no longer looks … well … demure!
Years ago had a very “vertically challenged” male friend who Loved to date Really tall girls! He called 'em “nose and toes girls.” To quote him, “When we’re toes to toes my nose is in it, and when we’re nose to nose my toes is in it.” NOT my tacky comment, >>> I’d <<< Never say such a tacky thing …
MiPiace!!! Happy forple digits to you!!! Way to post!
Peritrochoid Get out of my closet!!! Go get chur Own shoes!
D.Bear “It might and I MIGHT”??? Need I remind you that we’ve all decided not to discontinue your sex life, as long as it remains amusing??? Amuse away, oh great Match dot Master!
Speaking of earthshaking current events … I saw those ads, (the ones with George, the professionally tan dude), found the product (Ritz Chips) and tried them. (then bought them … no, no, no, not like that … I was standing in line while someone cheerfully watched all their grocerys get rung up … then started looking for their fist full of coupons, scattered through their purse, waited for that total, remarked on it with the checker, THEN started looking for their checkbook … and ignoring the pen offered by the checker … continued looking in their purse (large enough to have to be checked on an airplane, too large to fit in the “your carry-on must fit here” box, there by the gate …) for a pen … Then started writing their check … So I was already Planning on paying for them, but needed a snack to sustain myself whilst I waited in line …) (Drat! I posted in a Roo Thread!!! I’ve caught Roo-ism!!! )
Anyway … they’re good.
Don’t buy the cheeze flavored ones, though,
they have poison cou M.S,G. gh in 'em!
Can’t think of any reason to try this, though…Weird, even for a costume place!
Gah! Slow down!! ~cries~ I had a busy two days
~hits the browser button to scroll back two days~
patting Jade’s hand …
There, there, it’ll be alright …
Ok, I wasn’t quit as far behind as I thought.
What are you waiting for? Start pouring!
Psalex, I’m hurt, I didn’t get a mention either!
~J
~snuggles up to Wyatt~
Thank you sweetie!
Psst, Jaade, watch that Wyatt, he’s a slick one. 
Well, I gotta admit, that does sound pretty good. But, I was thinking more along the lines of rubbing, licking, and slurping off of nice, smooth, hairless (at least, mostly) female bodies. Less spitting of hairs, that way, and it makes my tongue happy. I like the idea of the lime in the mouth, though.
That’s right! I’d forgotten that! See? I told ya’ people never remember. Nor do bears, apparently.
Congratulations! And, in honor of that momentous occasion, I even fixed your spelling.
I SO don’t want to know. Really.
No, I’ll take a Glenlivet, 18 yr old. It’ll give me a chance to watch you walk away. You can dance on the table when you come back.
I think I probably said, somewhere back around page three, but I’m 6’2".
Awwwwww! {{{{Maureen}}}} Don’t cry Mama Mo. I still love you.
Yep. That’s how I see her, too. With beautiful, long, flowing red hair.
Yeah. Me, too.
Nope. Not at all past Babe age. I’m not sure there is an upper limit, anyway. But, you’re still utterly babe-alicious. It’s a shame you’re also my surrogate Mama. Seems rude to want to lick booze off you. Then again, my manners aren’t the best, anyway.
Wow! Nurse/nursing…Mama…babe…body…licking…oversensitive…shots…the mind reels. Then again, so does the news.
Something tells me that she already has her own. But, it’s nice of you to offer. I think your naughty cocktail waitress outfit suits you better, anyway.
Yeah, right! And, in other news, Hell has reportedly just frozen over, and the Red Sox have swept the World Series.
And, don’t think I don’t appreciate it. I’m mighty grateful that I get to continue having a sex life. But, don’t think I’m gonna share all the details, either.
Well…because it’s velvet!
I know the feeling. And, I was here more recently than that.
Well, I was waiting for you, sugah. C’mon over here.
Wyatt!! Would you please stop paraphrasing me?! I’m in enough trouble with Dave as it is. He’s just now agreed to being nice to each other. At least, until the next time we disagree about something. Should be tomorrowish. Or at least til he reads this.
Dave, thanks, dear one. I love you, too. :smooch: You can lick booze off me any time.
~runs over with a lime and salt~ I’m here!!
And I totally agree with Davebear, tanookie,
This is not unsexy.
Well, see now? If you hadn’t said anything I never would have remembered it was you who said that originally. I’m such an embarassment to my clan. How can I uphold the tradition of carrying a grudge for hundreds of years, when I can’t remember a disparaging remark for a mere twenty-odd (some of them very odd) pages?
Awww! Oooh! Wow! Comforting and amusing…all at the same time! Well, that makes up for the “amusing sex life” crack.
Woohoo! Do I get to choose where to rub the lime on you?
Okay, Jaade , I’ll do you now. But you have to do me, too.
Jaade swings peacefully on a southern veranda, dressed in silk finery, her round behind accented with a bustle seen only when she graciously rises to greet her visitors. A plump cat purrs under her left hand, a glass of Midori sweetened tea in her right. She sits on the porch on sultry summer evening, receiving distraught friends who come by to seek her quiet wisdom and kind words. Jaade trades comfort and encouragement for the concerns and heartache her guests leave carelessly behind, and later she will fold their hurts and fears into paper roses and arrange them artfully in the vase by her side.
Later, when the stars come out, silken-tressed Jaade might be spotted on the balcony, nude and resplendent in the moonlight, awaiting her cowboy, with whom she will play naughty Jeopardy, and of course, win the game with ease.
Hah! I want one of those! And one of these! 
Maybe we should all get D’Bear one for his birthday!
:smack: D’oh! That’s what you meant by “do me”! Well, if it’s the only way I get to “do you”…
I picture Psalex as a raven-haired supermodel, towering over the women around her in her spike heels, able to look me straight in the eye, always with either a wry or pleasant smile on her face, elegantly poised as she flows through the crowd with balletic grace, unintentionally breaking male and female hearts with every swing of her hips, to the dance floor, where her passionnate abandon soon has every man in the joint twitching and sweating, and her joyous smile outshines the dancefloor spotlights.
Hmmm. Really? I see our Jaade more as a modern-day cowgirl, dressed in heartbreakingly tight jeans, and full of exuberance and energy, bouncing (so nicely) down off the porch to fling herself at her arriving guests with a loving hug.
LOL! I would SO wear that to the next Dopefest! But, it definitely needs the hat, with a plume.
Can’t believe I’ve put off a June Cleaver-ish image. 
OMG Rocky I think I injured something picturing Davebear in the pimping purple kid rock thing you linked to!
OK fine my description may not eliminate me from the babe category but I certainly have never felt like a babe and I always thought that was pretty important to the whole babe package.
Maybe too it has to do with guys (upon seeing me dressed in a dress for the first time) saying things like ‘oh you are a girl’ and ‘hey no fair you have breasts.’
Nah, I don’t see you as June Cleaver. She was too dowdy. More like Donna Reed; domestic, yet beautiful and sexy. There’s even some resemblance, if memory serves. Donna Reed Okay, so that’s the least domestic looking photo I found of her, but she was a mama on her TV show, and in It’s a Wonderful Life.
Can’t you just picture me, strolling into Boston Billiards in that suit?
Well, it depends on the type of babe. You’re not the “out there”, “here I am!” type of babe. You’re the quietly passionate type, that the boys ignore and the men love. (Okay, maybe not literally quiet, when you and Parallax are going at it, but you know what I meant.) Dreamer’s the same way, and so is Maureen when her claws are retracted.