A job.
And a lucky man he is
State retirement. 
A glass eye.
Maybe you need a bigger rod.
I doubt that. They call me Popeil because I am a pocket fisherman.
Ooooh, compelling!
Respect
Hey, you wouldn’t believe how sensitive his eye socket is.
:eek: I didn’t know Giraffe had a girlfriend
To the Op…hmmm…several hundred dollards worth of sex toys and a book on knot tying?
He can sail boats and race little cars (Honda CRXs) and he was in the Navy. Mmm, sailors. (Mostly, though, he can put up with me. Few can.)
My heart. 
Batteries.
A lame ticker and a sizable inheratance…
And the ability to never, ever ask that question.
[weebl & bob] Ooo, I want you already!
See? It working. [/weebl]
But maybe not, if you cultivate a ballsy, ironic cynicism around it. Print it on a T shirt, put it on under a black jacket and a scowl, and go pound a few at your neighborhood bar.
If you have those, what do you need the boyfriend for?
Oh. To tie the knots, of course!
Well, more to UNtie them, actually. :eek: One does get tired of games eventually, or so I hear…
Well, if things go well with the guy I met last night, then…
A big tattoo of Einstein on his lower right arm.
How awesome is that?
Actually, what she has comes in whatever size I prefer, and can go all night…
(Ok, so I don’t actually have a girlfriend right now. I just couldn’t resist…)