Most people are surprised by that. I suppose my handle doesn’t really smack of femininity.
Check your PM box.
It was a surprise to me too, if that’s any consolation.
Next I’ll go look at twickster’s photo and discover that the poster is not female.
Continuing with the theme of me with others who are far cuter:
(I’m the one in the t-shirt.)
You wouldn’t be nearly as surprised as I would be.
OneCent Stamp, thank you! I sent them to your email.
What a great photo!
It would be my pleasure to cheer you up. Ahem.
~blush~
Wow Chao.
I had to get up an an ungodly 6am to go have this picture made. It’s blurry, but I don’t care.
Here is a non-blurry from the same day.
All you guys and gals are so good-looking!
Aaaaah, here at the Dope it’s brains and beauty. :::::Swoooooon::::::
A very drunk me in a Spiderman toga.
OneCentStamp was awesome and is hosting my pics. Here are the links:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ben1cs/1042839862/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ben1cs/1042839908/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ben1cs/1042839922/
Thank you, OCS!!
You’re …mocking us Torontonians, aren’t you?
I’m only hosting them because you’re cute. Otherwise, I would have just pretended your e-mail hadn’t gone through.
My most recent pic from my trip to New York two weekends ago. Those crazy New Yorkers were trying to jab me with a spear.
Trust me, it’s the most presentable photo of me from that whole trip.
Heh, heh, heh. I can dig it, Daddy-o.
Notice what he wrote?
*Before anyone congratulates me, this is not a new girlfriend! I’m hosting these pics for a friend. *
Mocking? Absolutely not! (And really if I were it would be the Edmonton Dopers, eh?)
I will probably never again in my lifetime get to fondle the Holy Grail of Hockey. That is a moment I will hold dear to my heart till I die. If there is a game on, I’ll watch it, no matter who is in the sweaters. Just have the Leafs get rid of Paul Maurice like the Cane’s did and see if that works for them. (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)
Me, last Christmas taken at work with my cell phone prior to the company Christmas luncheon. The green line across my forehead is my phone’s disapproval of either fluorescent lighting or my shirt.