Cheers Frannie! 
Hmmm, well the authors name put me off already!
I don’t understand people with surnames like Tartt, Pratt, Gimping-ButtMunch. I’d change it if it were me! 
Might give it a try though, I’ve bugger all else to read at the moment.
Ooohhh… BrumDopes! I can organise those. I’m good at organising those! 
Seriously though, its a shame you can’t make it Dawne, but there will be others, and we might even manage a BrumDope. But I doubt it’ll be for a while yet - we’ve got two LonDopes still to go.
Oh, and I finally got my camera hooked up to my computer. I hoped to find lots of silly piccies from the last LonDope, but they’ve all gone. The silly camera’s deleted them all, and I don’t know why.
Still, I shall bring the camera on the 24th. I could do with some blackmail material for you lot.
I’m gonna bring the work camera, if only so I remember what went on. visual aids often help in piecing together my raggedy arse memory of most all dayers, like what Ian did with the last one.
I’ll have to e-mail them to Tir or someone though. I’m no web person.
Strangely enough, I don’t seem to forget what happens at all day dopefests.
However, anyone trying to take embarrasing photos of me, will be in trouble. There’s enough on the web for goodness sake!
Sorry for the late reply, guys, I’ve not been near a computer all weekend. Some very earnest suggestions on the clothing issue, I see, and some very disturbing mental images as well. What is it about kilts that drives women mad? I might yet be tempted into one, but then i’d have to keep my legs primly crossed all evening. In all seriousness, though, I wouldn’t dream of inflicting the sight of my legs on any of you, so it’s solid, sturdy jeans for me. I’m still trying to shed a few holiday pounds before I see you all, and my new regime consists primarily of cutting right down on all the cheese I normally love, and completely forgoing all the fried or baked goodies I normally get from the brekkie van at work every morning. I draw the line at drinking sugar-free Red Bull, though - that stuff is just nasty.
I draw the line at drinking red bull altogether. horrible smelly shite that it is.
The sugar free stuff tastes like nasty vile cough medicine.
And Bib, what is it about kilts that drives women wild? I honestly don’t know. It just does OK? It may have something to do with association. Kilt => Scottish => damned sexy accent! So, it could be that. Otherwise, I’m at a loss. Men just look damned hot in kilts. Especially when they’ve got the dressed up jackets and stuff to go with it.
I had a friend who was Chairman of the University Scots and Irish Society, and was invited to the Burn’s Night Supper and Cedilah once. All I will say is rowr.
unfortunately i doubt i could pull off wearing a kilt. I have Wookie Legs
As in hairy? There are workarounds you know…
we need that hot wax kit over here. Stat.
HELL no! :eek:
Is it the sight of manly legs, perhaps? Or maybe the easy access?
And keep that wax the hell away from me, too!
drool Hmm… Manly legs drool It could be for some, but not for me. Meh, I don’t know what it is. It just is OK?
Bwahahaha!! I think I need a new monitor and keyboard after that one.
Bib and garius are wuusssess!!!
Yep, that’s cool.
Which reminds me I still need to do the last lot, been busy busy busy, I’ll see if I have a day off this week and try then. Garius you still need to send me the second half of your write up.
I think (straight) women like men in kilts because they bring you tantalisingly close to those man-bits, while still keeping them covered up. Your imagination has got lots to work on. It’s the same as the way that a woman in a low-cut top - or a skirt with a slit in the side that reveals a glimpse of thigh as she walks along - is sexier than a woman butt-naked.
Though those are damn sexy too, of course.
You’ll get no disgreement from me there. Er…about the women, I mean.
Um…
Shuffles his Feet
The dog ate it??
I’ll write it up today for you.
And damn right i’m a wuss. My leg hair is long enough to Plat - so i’m pretty damn sure that waxing would be a wee bit painful.
Kilts don’t really fuss me overmuch… Episcopal cassocks however…
Well, if we run out of other forms of entertainment…
stop with the cassocks!
Well, we could shave it first, or trim it using scissors.
Seriously, guys, don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to anyone. Not even my worse enemy. It hurts.
thinks back to what this is related to
BWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.