hehehe. I knocked out like 12 of those questions in 2 nights last week.
bars in mexico = bad. sex in bar in mexico = notoriety. sex in front of people next day = priceless.
Laura
OH my…
It took me 15 minutes to figure out what FB’s were… Maybe I need to get me one! 
Hmmm, the perfect FB I had was when in college. He was a co-bartender. I thought it was a perfect relationship (we had LOTS of fun besides 
- the spontaneous stuff). Imagine driving down the main road in the city of Albany NY in a convertible with the top down, in February with Tone Loc BLARING at 4:30am and totally plastered… Anyway, I guess he got a little more attached than the rules allowed, because he had a major hissy when I acquired a more serious relationship.
Proud member of the Sunnieflax Clique, IDAC Clique 
“Poster formerly known as SQW”
[This message was edited by Silly Mommy on Jan. 05, 2003 at 12:32 AM.]
Hans and I each maintain a boink list of fantastical, not-in-this-life desirables.
Halle Berry, Isabelle Adjani, etc. populate his. On mine, a much longer list, BTW:
Music: Ben Harper, Eddie Vedder, Chris Cornell, Gavin Rossdale, Sting.
Athlete: Marc Messier, Kevin Weeks (goalie for Carolina).
Actors: Daniel Day-Lewis, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Jude Law, Vince Vaughan, Wesley Snipes (though he’s a tad too voodooish for me), Hal Jackman.
Canoe, eh? How did you keep it from tipping?
Speaking of watercraft. Boated out once to a seemingly remote area, shut off the engine, composed nekkid haikus, so to speak; in the ‘poetry’ of the moment didn’t notice the large naval academy ship but 100 feet away. 
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Chef:
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Coreene:
I have danced on the bar. If I was with Robby and Heidi, we would dance on the bar together.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Would that be a bar or a pole?!?
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I like <some> men with guitars.
I went to the Folies Bergers, but did not dance.
I was a Playboy Bunny. (that usually leaves people with an expression of extreme disbelief… I know they are trying to imagine that I actually have a body underneath all these layers of polar fleece. I should say “did have”.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR> Men playing guitars-I always thought that the look on their face while they did this was probably the same look on their face they would have during sex. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
I lived with a guitar player for a few years back in the late seventies. When I moved in, he had 2 guitars. When I moved out, he had 14.
I told him I was moving to Delaplane.
“I don’t think I want to live in Delaplane” was his response.
“You’re not moving” I replied.
Friendship is Love without his wings
-Lord Byron
Here are my offerings on the topics tossed out:
- Yes, I have both flashed and mooned. But with my bony arse and toothpick arms, you can see that as either provocative or nauseating.
- I have danced on tabletops, but not bars.
- I posed nude (well, with a black feather boa and a bouquet of white roses) for some black and white Christmas pics for Mr. Merry. My friend, a pro photographer, shot them in a studio. I gave some framed shots to Mr. Merry and he stared at them and said, “Where exactly do I hang these? I mean, when other people visit our house, do I say to the men, ‘Hey, wanna come over here and take a look at my wife’?”
- I had a summertime fling with a (much) younger blond surfer boy. YES, before I was married. But cowabunga!
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And here’s the best one: I once kissed one of my doctors (a surgeon) in the hospital parking garage in front of his Porsche! God forgive me…
Don’t worry Duffy, I got one for a month.
But I am saving myself for… hmmm …something… I don’t know what though
Okay. I’ve gotta stop taking these tests. I just scored a 52.8% sexually corrupt on the 500 point purity test. Darn it, I’m not a ho, really I’m not. I’ve just experienced a lot of what life has to offer. Lost a lot of points on those group questions. What can I say, I grew up in a large family. Crowds don’t bother me.
A dog has one master, a cat has an entire staff.Favorite Item lifted: Stuffed squirrel from some place in New Orleans. We were at a corporate conference, and went bar hopping, the person who ‘found’ the most interesting item won a prize…
Taking CWeimer’s lead - when did you know you had to dump him? When he came home with a huge heart tatoo on his arm that said ‘Billy & Eileen’. I decided right then and there that I really didn’t like him that much! 
Have numped in a bar, twice, once on a pool table, and I really don’t recommend wooden booths!!! 
just found this thread- way to funny! Heidi, Merry and Fred you guys so need to be featured on Biography
Well not much to contribute but:
-have danced on bars; speakers; tables; chairs and a car. Though I must admit I’m the most horrid dancer so was nicely toasted each and everytime
-always seem to kiss guys first though won’t call until they do
-commando is the only way to go 
-made out with a married guy (didn’t know)
-never flashed anyone; though if my puppies were bigger I probably would 
-been proposed to once (was sweet- and surprisingly he wasn’t drunk at the time 
)
-my tack room is messy; my car is worse; my room makes my car looks like Mr Clean’s
-I’m terrified to be pulled over by a cop (never been) but find them utterly irresitible otherwise
-I have inhaled. Many times. But won’t touch a cigarette
worst pick up line heard: Your ash looks amazing in those pants but it’d look better in mine
~ Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once ~
You didn’t have to put in a real email address.
I am SO embarassed.
I’m 79% pure. And I’m married!
A bank teller’s pet peeve: “What part of Wait Here For Next Available Teller do you NOT understand???”
Seven years…believe me I was counting. You see he took time off to find himself. Unfortunately, the journey was a long arduous road and he spent more time finding the next bar, so he got lost again. So the second time around I had to give him a swift kick in the ass to help him along a bit. Now he has his masters and is doing quite well for me 
Spellers of the world untie
I know the music, I’ve seen the dancing.
Think HN73 and Moesha…Tracks in DC…circa 1991-2.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Coreene:
I have danced on the bar. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
and I have danced on the bar at the original “Coyote Ugly” bar in New York City–with the bartender whose name was Enya?? That was most definitely BEFORE the movie came out
other useless facts…
I used to show saddleseat equitation when I was younger and those suits are the most horrible excuse for fashion I can ever remember!
Much to the chagrin of other riders and trainers (except for my own who has good taste like me!) I like to warm up my HUNTER at shows in animal print or other flashy colored saddle pads & wraps instead of your basic white fleece
even more reason to go OUT and show them off !!!
A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men…
FairWeather
CANTER West Virginia
ya’ll are scaring me with your FB-turned-husband stories.
I want to hear one about how your FB when you were 19 is still your best friend when you’re 40 or something like that. no tragedy and no marryin stories!
Laura
Some men should play the biggest Fender on the market, others should stick to a ukelele.
You know, my darling daughter, entertaining visions of herself as Beezie Madden-cum-Michelle Branch got a guitar for Christmas. Her poor little fingers are on the verge of bleeding. Which, BTW, leads me to conclude that the only unfortunate thing about guitarists with big Fenders is their callused fingers.
Oh, Coreene, honey, where have you BEEN? You are not familiar with the Inverness problem?
Quick, somebody fill her in!
A bank teller’s pet peeve: “What part of Wait Here For Next Available Teller do you NOT understand???”
We get back to my apt, this must have been three or four in the a.m., when I lived in West Hollywood. Trying to get outta the back of her Golf I hook the heels of both shoes onto the seatbelt, fall out of the car, both knees hit the cement at the same time, my head slams into the car next to us and I set off the alarm.
And no, I was not wearing a helmet.
Man oh man did that hurt. My knees were never the same again.
