<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by drifting cloud:
flashing - I sometimes flash Mr. Cloud when we are in Lowe’s. Only in Lowe’s. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Elizabeth now has a new way to meet potential boyfriends. . . .
I am so glad to see that this thread is still alive!
I really have nothing to add other than I’d never stray from Mr. Merry. I figure God gave me the opportunity to sow my wild oats before I got married, and danged if I’m going to trample on the field now. Although it is nice to occasionally waltz through the bakery and smell, touch and lick the fresh buns. I just won’t allow myself to eat them.
Were those enough metaphors for you?
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Coreene:
First concert: The Osmonds at the Forum in Inglewood. Of Forum Horse Show fame.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Shaun Cassidy. Made dad take me. He’s still traumatized.
I loved Janeane Garafolo’s remark about Joan and her daughter
If they themselves were anything to write home about, perhaps they’d have some credibility; and to boot, if the vast majority of her wealth wasn’t dependent on hawking cheap costume jewellery to unsuspecting QVC folk, well, perhaps then, ‘we can talk’.
The thought of nasty people reminds me. One of Hans’ coworkers years ago at Sun Microsystems was married to a woman who was notorious for a daily column in which she’d recount her lunches with the Rich and Powerful. Most of her allotted words focused on Suzanne Somers’ waddle, another’s hippy thighs, others’ bad breath; in other words, she was a nasty piece of work in print. And then you meet her, and she’s a total mouse-burger - clearly yet another instance in which insecurity reigns supreme.
This leads me to wonder: do you automatically hate other women (especially) if they’re thinner, prettier, more accomplished than you are?
Oh, 70 and sunny… I SO can not wait to get out to CA… Can I be an honorary OCer?? Even though I lived in Burbank???
Let’s see… My ex and I became FB’s and are now good friends…
I no longer get drunk - I just don’t like that out-of-control feeling. I do however get pleasantly numb. 
I am gonna miss this thread… 
(And Merry the lalalalala was for the Hello Kitty reference 
)
California Dreamin’…
Don’t worry Duffy, I was waiting for the definition too.
OK best drunk story- I was about 23 and I was at a bar with a co-worker (from an equine magazine). We got a little- ok- a lot drunk. We went in to the bathroom, where I noticed a condom machine. I dared her, because of her long legs and chinese ancestry to “kung fu” and karate kick the machine off the wall. Well, that skinny girl let loose with the most amazing kick (and she has NO martial art training what-so-ever). It tore off the wall and the money box broke open. It was like hitting the slots at Vegas. There were quarters everywhere. So I did what any other drunk idiot would do- I started grabing handfulls of quarters and shoving them down my pants. (BTW- the womens bathroom backed up to the bartender area. Thank God the bar was loud that night.) Co-worker and I ran out to the table with our friends. I screamed, “We have to go now.” and she and I ran out. Everyone else followed, not knowing what happened. When we got in the parking lot, I was jumping up and down with the several pounds of quarters in my pants. We went to another bar and I, with my new found wealth, bought the drinks. We never went back to the first bar again. It’s a good thing I don’t live in that state anymore! 
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR> Imagine if it had been an 80s hair band that caught fire <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Wasn’t that one of the running gags in the movie, “This is Spinal Tap”? No wait, it was just the drummers, not the entire band.
I have danced on a bar.
I have danced in a car.
I have danced in the rain.
I have danced 'til I’m insane.
I do not like green eggs and ham,
I do not like them, Sa…
Hey, wait a minute. Who does this chick think she’s fooling? She’ll eat green eggs and ham. She’ll eat anything, as long as it’s dead first, and even then it’s a toss up. But I’ll give her one thing. She can dance.
A dog has one master, a cat has an entire staff.Merry, you are a trollop. I love that about you.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by MrsMouse:
Elizabeth, I think Richmond is about 2 and a half hours from Blacksburg. Thank you for the invite - I would love to get together with you sometime!
Word of warning, though - I’m incredibly boring. No drunken stories (never BEEN drunk 
), no dancing on bars in my past, although I’m always up for new things… 
and very few numping adventures. Plain vanilla, that’s me.
Perhaps you can help corrupt me. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
MrsMouse, I, too, am boring. Other than my penchant for loser men (ala the oft-mentioned native Richmond gun-totin, beer-swillin’, drawers-lackin’, drunk-drivin’, former-cocaine-dealin’, gas-passin’, smurf-sized redneck I recently dabbled with), I have nothing notable goin’ on in my life. So when I make it out your way, we can talk about boring things like horses.
canterlope and Steve’s story is sooo cute. Where did you find this one?
I think Matt just doesn’t have the slightest clue re:being romantic, but honestly it doesn’t matter. Maybe Steve should give classes, I bet there are lots of women who would send their SOs… I’m way happy with mine, I got some new game boy advance games for christmas from him
Laura
This is pages late, but I had Post Now trauma the first time I wrote up my favorite nekkid cop encoounter, and I just have to get it off my chest…
It was late one hot August night, and I was skinny dipping with a brand new girlfriend when I spied headlights shining a bit too long on the back of my car. Figured either someone was breaking into my car, or it was a cop, so I got out of the lake, pulled on my shirt, and was about to step into my shorts (commando) when a spotlight glared down onto me.
I froze, and waited while the sheriff strolled down the path towards me. My friend treaded water off shore.
Cop asked me what was I doing - all sweetness and light, I said it was a hot night, so had come for a swim.
“Any boys here??” pondered the sheriff.
“Oh, no sir! No boys!”
Shining the light across the water, he spots my friend. “You, come out of the water”
He spotlights her as she emerges, nekkid, from the lake.
“Sir, it would be polite of you to lower the light while she covers herself” say I.
“Ah caint do that. She might be carryin a WEAPON” he says of my stark naked friend…
We managed not to burst into laughter until he had given us a warning and left, but the phrase has stuck in my mind as one of the best implausible yet who can argue kind of lines - “She might e carryin a WEAPON”
Whew. I will be sad when Monday comes, but glad to have shared.
I’d share more, but my mom definitely reads this board sometimes.
First Concert: The Kinks at the Spectrum, Philadelphia. I’m still a huge fan!
we aren’t bad, we’re just fun
spending the last week from my friend who is at West Point made me glad we don’t live near each other. too much fun. WAY too much fun. (refer to bar in mexico and umm, I won’t discuss the next night.)
Laura
My first, their last
The Beatles 1967 at Candlestick Park I couldn’t talk for 2 weeks I screamed so much. I was 10, my parents took us, still can’t figure that one out.
I’m very brave (or stupid) - Mr. A&A has become a regular here on these boards.
No trees were killed in the sending of this message. However, a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.
[This message was edited by artienallie on Jan. 01, 2003 at 10:05 PM.]
No on bar dancing, lots of in bar dancing.
Am oh-so-familiar with the “grew up in DC phenomenon”, and have learned to only use first names of the kids I went to school with. It is getting old hearing at least one of them on NPR every week, though.
Best pick-up line that I’ve used to date has been “hi”. Seems to work every time.
Editing some out, as it occurred to me that my mother may frequent these boards, and I’m not so well disguised!
I have danced on a bus–fully clothed, though.
My new year’s resolution is to totally eliminate sugar, alcohol, and caffeine from my diet for one year. That should prevent any future bus-dancing escapades. But then again, what can I blame a temporary lapse of judgement on?
Last new year’s, I got drunk and had a fistfight with my ex-roommate. Too bad we both were too drunk to feel anything until the next day! ooooh, ouch!
Why, my lil’ melons are, as Willem would say, “gefixed” at least a few times a day by sticking both hands into bra and moving 'em into place.
Of course, it is so embarrassing when my coworker walks past my Work Stall to his and sees it, but he is used to it by now. I just shout “Adjust, adjust!”
Maybe we need to start attaching photos of cute men as well.
Today at your old barn it will be sunny, clear and about 78 degrees. We can all go to our So Cal barns today in t-shirts. I will have a Diet Coke (can’t live without it) in your honor after giving Willem a bath. That way you can be sunning in So Cal in January in abstentia.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR> When you flash at Lowe’s, you have to consider the location of the security camera (they tend to have “roving” security cameras in a dark-colored tube on the ceiling). If you are shy, you wait until the camera is gone. If you want to give the security staff a thrill, you wait until the camera is in your area. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
I don’t know why, but this reminded me of Splash Mountain at Disneyland. Am I the only one who has seen the “Flash” mountain website??? 
What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?
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