Alright… you cant just tell me I can have a Bungirl then not introduce me. I want my BUNGIRL DAMNIT!!! [sub]BTW is it Bung-irl or Bun-girl???[/sub]
Of course I’m a boy. I’m only 28. We don’t become men until we’re about 40. And sometimes, not even then.
And if you really loved me, you’d email me your credit card numbers.
By the way, I saw your picture.
Be still, my foolish heart.
andygirl, I will. Always. I promise.
Whammo, you can’t have Bungirl anymore. I sent her home to her mother. And it is Bun-Girl, not Bung-irl. Now go back to your corner and say ‘booger’ and ‘numpty’ some more, I’ll collect you when it’s time to show off for the guests.
Slip - heh. Way to start out on the boards.
Hi, this is Astrogirl from Korea! I never let him do belly button shot, it’s too tickle for me. Trust my man, BB(big boy). ^^ Right now my man is undusting on his guitar case as he never clean anything at all, lazy!!!
Anyway bye!!! I am still alive with sexy body!!!
Astroboy here:
I thought I’d let her defend her own existance… and yes, that really WAS her (I had to pull her away from the TV for a minute…). We used to have a picture up on the ‘Straight Dope People Pages’ but last time I looked the SDPP wasn’t working…
If I remember to, I’ll send you a pix via e-mail…
Astroboy, get down on your knees and thank the deity of your choice that I have declined to circulate that picture of you with no pants on.
And, Hi, Astrogirl! (waving) An yung!
No worries, Ginger… I think everyone has already seen it! AND I AM WEARING PANTS! (I AM! Dammit! They’re shorts, that’s all!)
I’ll tell AG you said ho tomorrow…
“ho”???
Maybe I meant “hi”…
Sheesh!
I don’t think you had better call Astrogirl a ‘ho’ if you ever want to do belly-button shots out of her navel.
Just my opinion.
Astrogirl says “Hi, Ginger!”
I tried an experiment and called her “Ho!” but she didn’t get it and just said, “Huh?”
So I called her “Impudent bitch!” instead, and that she understood! But she’s OK with it, as it’s an inside joke with us… she understands the meaning, but it has no emotional impact on her (as it’s in a foreign language), so she just laughed and called me an “uppity bastar” (uppity bastard… she keeps forgetting the final ‘d’…)
Anyways, HI from her…
I have to wonder if the language barrier isn’t the only thing keeping the relationship alive… :d&r:
I put “numpty” into a search engine, and suddenly my house was surrounded by Mounties. I was taken in for questioning and released when I finally convinced them that I meant to type “humpty”.
I kept your name out of it, Ginger, but now you owe me one.
Don’t try to tell me you didn’t know it was the password to the War Room computers on Parliament Hill.
I wouldn’t continue typing if I were you, Slip. Just back away from the computer, that’s it… CSIS will probably be visiting you reaaaal soonly like…
Having just seen your online photo, I have to say:
[Joey Trebiani accent] So Ginger – how YOU doin’?[/Joey Trebiani accent]
[Rosaline Russell as Auntie Mame voice]
Darling, Auntie’s hung.
Sunday in the lovely mountain town of Canmore, the Highland Games took place. As you no doubt know, no Games can go by without a Ceidlih. Ceidlih=beer, dancing, singing, dancing dancing dancing.
In general, the entire town who is not Scots or Irish wishes they were.
I spent way too much time fiddling with men in kilts and knew it was time to leave when that thing pushing up against me while dancing was not a sporran, ifyaknowwhatimean.
McQuaig played the Drake - rock n’ roll bagpipes - Ginger danced with men who have better legs than her… [sub][sup]ooohhhh I’m stiff n’ sore all over… [/sup][/sub]