Oohh, sorry.
You really did pick Minnie! I’m glad I wasn’t drinking anything when I saw that. I’ll be laughing all night.
Good call on Johnny Depp. You’ve got good taste in men.
Of course… I was seroius about getting something about a mouse into as many threads as I could. You doubted me?
I think I have good taste in men too. I also think most women have terrible taste in men… if only they’d learn! I can only save so many, though, you see? The rest are on their own
I’ll never doubt you again.
Yeah, I have awful taste in men. I’ll admit it.
But, I never knew you were such a saint! So, you wouldn’t happen to have any testimonies of those you’ve saved, would you?
Umm, yeah, let me just go look for them…
Ok, I know I left one around here somewhere.
Aha! Here we go. Let’s see… “The bastard…” ok, nevermind. Let me find another one. Let’s try, yeah, here we go: “He was so nice and sweet at first, I just couldn’t believe it. But then, all of a sudden…” Dammit. There has to be something good around here… “Everything was great, but then he had the gaul to ask me to…” Alright, let’s try this last one… “Ow!! My eye! What the hell were you thinking???”
Ok, maybe this isn’t a great idea. Let’s just say, in my completely objective and expert opinion, they all could have done worse
Oh well, so much for the testemonials. You don’t have a sign that says 8 gazillion customers served, do you?
That was hilarious, btw. Best laugh o’ the day.
Thanks, I aim to please. Actually, I really just aim to please myself, but if I amuse you as well, all the better 
8 gazillion. Damn. And that’d be in less than 10 years too. That’d be what, a couple million or more a day? More probably. I’m good, but I’m not that good!
Actually I could count “customers served” on my fingers, I believe. Yeah, that sounds about right…
Yes, you amuse me. I’ll be nice and not tell you just how easily amused I am. I kid. Sort of. But you are very funny.
Don’t worry, I can count customers served on one hand…that’s been mangled in a farm machinery accident. I’m still trying to figure out where I went wrong.
Sow your wild oats while you’re young. Then you won’t end up a bitter, angry old woman who regrets her lost youth. Not that I’m talking about myself or anything. I’m not old. Yet.
All I can tell you is I’m only making it back here every 5 or so pages, and damn, I’m sorry I have been missing out on the party.
flybynight, what was that about customers served by your fingers? Oh, ON your fingers? What?
God, I am sooooooo fucking sick this thread! Let it die, people, PLEASE!
Perhaps for this thread, you should have typed that as:
Yeah, I have awful tastin’ men. I’ll admit it…
If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Pretty simple really ya know :rolleyes: sheesh…
Wanna set up a “Bitter Angry Youngish Womans Collective”???
Okay. You have to explain that one. What different reasons?
Yeah, I can see why. Talk about freaky! :eek: The thought of Mickey doing you makes your relationship with the field mouse seem almost normal. Besides, he’s definitely been castrated. You can tell by the Michael Jackson voice.
BTW, I’m not gonna address all your posts, but it was funny stuff. I’m sorry I missed it when you were posting.
Did you guys know some lizards have forked tongues? I think I’m gonna have to post a lizard fun-fact here once a week, for as long as I live.
No, I think he meant he tastes awful, in men.
Can I join, too? Bitter Angry Women love me. Errr…well… they hate me less than they hate most men. I think.
Seems page 14 has gone waaaaaaaaay off-topic lol
Yep, I’ve had that, too.
Heehee. You know, I’m only sort of bitter. I try hard, but I don’t think I have the personality to become seriously bitter. I guess I must still have some hope left, somewhere. Maybe a “Bitter Angry Youngish Womans Collective” would help.
Well, it’s #1, but when it tastes really, really bad it’s #1 and #2.
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We were having fun last night. Well, except for lizard.
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I don’t know. I’m starting to get confused (it’s still early here). All I know is that we have established the following:
A. I have awful taste in men.
B. I’ve had awful tastin’ men.
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You want to be a member of a women’s group? Um, ahem, nevermind.
I think you may have gotten the numbers backwards.
And, sure I’d want to join a women’s group. Can’t meet women in a men’s group!
Yup, I sure did get those numbers switched around. That’ll teach me to post when I’m not fully awake. That’s ok, you understood it anyway.
Yeah, I know why you’d want to join a women’s group. That’s why I did the “nevermind”. What I don’t understand is why you’d want to join a bitter women’s group.