Not me, but I figured if it’s gonna happen, it might as well be in a thread I start.
I was going to, but I thought better at the last minute.
I suspect it’ll be NeuroTrashGrrrl.
I was thinking of it also, but she seems a bit young for me. Also, since she’s related to Wally, I thought the gene pool may be a bit questionable.
What if Wally got really drunk one night, got online, started reading and posting, and accidentally…
Oh, the horror!
Fresh meat? Where Where?
Um … oh… uh… sorry…
Well, hey, if the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, at least Wally won’t have to worry about his daughter having cybersex with every passer-by.
Though he may have to worry about her unusual fears of gerbils…
We’ll have to ask permission.
Hey Wally!
who here would you let hit on your daughter?
you people are sick. don’t you realize there are better uses for little girls? 
we can get a thousand white camels!!!
Geez, I didn’t realize they were worth that much. When my sister went to Spain, they only offered 20 camels for her. (true story!)
Only 20 camels, and they weren’t even white? Remind me never to hit on your kinfolk 
Well, I don’t know what color the camels were, and, in all fairness to my sister, the Spaniards may have been opening the offer low, expecting the guy she was with to haggle.
Personally, I’m surprised she was worth more than 12.
1000 white Camels.
Filtered or non filtered?
Speaking of which, I went to a movie with The Girl Who is Worth A Thousand White Camels last night. She’s gotten way more annoying than I remember. We had to walk for 5 blocks looking for chocolate chip cookies, because she refused to eat anywhere that didn’t have them. If she’s worth 1000 camels, and she’s as annoying as she is, I’m worth at LEAST 50. I could entertain the Tunsians with my soft-shoe-on-sand number.
And leave poor Amy alone. I think this whole thread is the result of you all have non-sexual crushes on Wally. (the non is optional)
Swiddles,
Every woman gets hit on when they join here. some hit back, some don’t.
and anyway, no one wants to invoke the wrath of Wally.
Sounds like its time to start writing our book, A Hundred Ways to Bypass Wally into Daughterdom
The Wrath of Wally.
Imagined by Swiddles.
Leave my daugher alone, you Putzes.
The end.
VB sticks his head in the door, and leaves quickly…
Oh, you sick puppies…
Whoever it is… [Mr. T accent on] I pity da fool! [/Mr. T off]
Is there a way to hide this thread from my Dad? 