MM on Sunday Showcase
[QUOTE]Originally posted by Lizard:
[B] Well, how about 100 women and or men lined up wanting to _____________!!
[b]HELLO![/b] Sheriff’s back in town. No offense, Liz’d but I had t’ trim a bit off.
Eu·phe·mism:”The act or an example of substituting a mild, indirect, or vague term for one considered harsh, blunt, or offensive.” We like our filth a little cleaner here. Let’s leave a little something for our amply warped imaginations to gnaw on. Trust me, we can read between the lines. And, some of us don’t even need the lines. (Oh, and it was more like 150 [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/wink.gif[/img])
Chill, Dalek, chillllll. I’m the one to blaze about this forum, not FX. Mea culpa. My bad.
Deuce? Deus ex machina? God out of the machine, Greek stage convention, hmmmm. Is this CAT??? (kitty, kitty, c’mere, kitty) Well, whoever you are, you’re clearly intelligent (even if you’ve got a case of Kai-envy [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/smile.gif[/img]), and that is half the battle for most women, as far as being a babe magnet. And, women do like that ‘bad boy’ charm thing. But, as my brother used to point out, there’s a difference between being a badboy and an idiot who’s a PIA. Deuce, you’re just stringin’ us, ain’tcha? We’re gonna get to UnCon and find out you’re a stone-cold Romeo; at which time you’ll have a nice hearty laugh at having us all on, won’tcha? But, let me ask you this: Can you jump from space to a planet surface, stand up, shake it off, and still be able to make a simple shoulder examination look like foreplay? (“May”) Oh, and another big lady trapper; that air of vulnerability wrapped in all that strength. Let’s face it, Kai is a swoon-fest, wrapped in a heartthrob, wrapped in a siiiighhhhh. [img]http://www.sadgeezer.com/ubb/cool.gif[/img]
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There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless. Observe the ass, for instance: his character is about perfect, he is the choicest spirit among all the humbler animals, yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling
complimented when we are called an ass, we are left in doubt. (Twain)