OK, am I the only one who was initially confused by
this picture–and then found it mildly obscene, despite the fact that the protrusion in the foreground is just a thumb?
Hmmmm . . . apparently so.
This guy wants to speak with you Auntie Em.
Ewwwwwww… that’s his… Oh.
See, that’s why I like auntie em. She sees penises where there clearly are no penises and isn’t afraid to admit it.
Nah, thanks. That guy’s a little . . . wimpy for my taste. Now, the Hulk, he’s pointing right at me, like Uncle Sam or somethin’. 
And careful, Juanita Tech–I think I see one coming up behind you. Oh, nevermind–that’s just the Belgian guy.
Thanks a lot, auntie em. Now I’ll be trying hard not to glance at his crotch during our next conversation. I think it’s scheduled to take place in, oh, about ten minutes or so.
Well, one thing’s for sure, if he starts holding THAT thing way too close to your face, I don’t think you need to worry about the Altoids. :eek:
Do you realize how many nerve endings the penis manages to hold on to?
You sure as hell ought to worry about those Altoids! Bad breath is bad breath, and I don’t think he wants you melting any of those valuable nerve endings!
Damn. I’ve got to find that Belgian thread. I didn’t read it, and I think now I’m sorry.
Now that I’ve looked at the hulk once and again, I don’t see it. But I admit to doing a double take.
Paging Wilson Bryan Key! Paging Wilson Bryan Key!
You know, I didn’t want to see this movie until now. But now I feel strangely compelled. Should I wear a trench coat to the screening?
Here’s the Belgian thread, scout1222, my curiousity was also piqued. Summary: JuanitaTech has the hots for a close-talking neuter. Er, neutral.
No, JuanitaTech does not have the hots for the Belgian close-talker.
The Hulk is circumcized?
Who knew!
Thanks, neuroman. I’d forgotten to go in search of it. Now I don’t have to!
Juanita and the Belgian,
sitting in a tree,
K- I - S - S - I…
ow stop OW ok OK OK I’m Sorry! Stop pinching me!
Juanita, I’ll admit that until I read your jogging/running thread (wherein I learned that there was a Mister Juanita) I, too, thought you had the hots for the Belgian Love Potato.
He’s going to be heartbroken when he learns the truth . . .
. . . but oh, well, then he’ll just have to go stand in someone else’s mouth.
The deal is closed and he’s gone. He came by and gave me a hug and his business card. I gave him mine and told him to feel free to email me. Then I showed him pictures of my kids. He said they were beautiful and didn’t seem too crestfallen.
lol @ Love Potato, btw.
Ugh, now I must scrub my eyes.