Hmmm… Not much has changed around here… Dire Wolf, you feelin’ left out? You look like you could use some frisking, too. 
Odie decides he’s had enough of sitting on the sidelines, gets off the bench and heads into the midst of everybody. He notices that everybody is…occupied and sits down on the field and waits…
Waitaminute… I’m on the sidelines too! My wife is of the opinion that, sure, I can have a harem. But then it’s her sworn duty to kill off all challengers to her spot.
I’ve decided to stick to monogamy, thank you. 
I love my wife.
Gets popcorn, with heart attack levels of butter.
::pouting::
Well, boys, since Dire Wolf hasn’t come howling back into the thread, it seems that I’ve got no one to play with. And since you two seem to be a bit bored…
::smiles coyly::
Uh, that was ppouting. Geez.
Hey vix how youdoing?
I give up!
Err…there should have been a space between you and doing so hey vix, it looks like a match made in heaven.
Well, Odie, except for not being able to type worth sh*t, I’m doin’ pretty well. And you’re lookin’ mighty fine yourself…
Very tempting, though I think my virtual wives would slice my virtual nuts off. Of course, if you were to join us in the Jello Pit over in Sapphire’s thread…well, who knows what could happen then?
[sup]damnit, wolfie, stop thinking out loud like that. this is a noble venture, a place to smite beastly threads, not your personal pimping playground. stupid mongrel.[/sup]
My second cousin Jody had a sinus problem. Well now, I should reiterate, Jody didn’t have the problem with it so much as did the rest of us. Especially on Thursday nights when we’d all have to pile into the back of Dad’s station wagon and ride down to the bowlin’ alley. Nobody in the family bowled, you understand…we just drove down to the alley and sat around in the parking lot.
And most Thursday nights we’d have a pretty good time too, except that the six of us squeezed in the back with Jody would have to listen to the constant sound of…ah hell…drainage.
For some reason unknown to any of us, my Aunt Flora (that’d be Jody’s mama) took to some religious group that didn’t think much of modern medical advances, and Aunt Flora (not being too bright to begin with) wasn’t real sure just what all fell under the term ‘modern.’ So poor old Jody wasn’t allowed to use the ‘demon Kleenex.’
Aunt Flora said it was just all right that his nose ran like a quarterhorse. Said it was the sin leaving his body. But I noticed that she didn’t sit next to Jody very often either. Me? I’m a Presbytarian. We must really be going to hell…cuz I’ve seen whole boxes of Kleenex in church. But that’s beside the point.
This one Thursday we all piled in the station wagon just like usual and I looked over and noticed Jody’s nose was dry. Just like he’d turned off the spiget, so to speak. I sorta didn’t want to say anything for fear it’d start up again, but finally my curiosity got the better of me and I leaned over and whispered,
"Hey Jody…how’s it come your nose ain’t running?
And he says back to me in a low voice, “Ah nthugck nthompin’ ahp idt.”
“Holy smokes, Jody. Whadya stick up yer nose?”
And right then was then he sticks his fingers up his nose and pulls out a …
Oh shit…there’s the timer for the knishes. 'Scuse me.
:lays blanket on the field: Care to join me, oh BTW Mauvaise recommended doctor who helped cure my inadvertant smilie disease…here’s his number…
Thanks for the, uh, offer, Dire, but that’s a lot of reading to do…I can’t just plunge into the jello with my eyes closed, ya know. I think I’ll just hang out over here in this ancient thread. Speaking of which, does anybody hear wheezing?
Um, not that I want to keep this thread alive any longer than necessary ::ahem:: but were you offering that warm and cuddly spot on the blanket to lil ole me, Odie?
Yup
I simply feel the need to post on this thread the next thing that pops into my mind:
62 piles of mattresses in a cold storage warehouse.
I simply feel the need to post on this thread the next thing that pops into my mind:
62 piles of mattresses in a cold storage warehouse.
Tripler
Double post - My bad!
Trip
:: sits and reads post three times :: Nope, I’ve got nothing to say.
[sub]except this: Wolfie, if you are the one that manages to slay the beast, I guarantee you a personal victory celebration that’ll take you weeks to recover from.[/sub]
::settles down on the blanket::
Well, Odie, it so happens that I’ve got the perfect thing for a picnic. Would you like to try some chococate covered strawberries? Mmmm… tasty…