<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by wtywmn4:
Ummmmmmmm, ladies, are we digressing too much??? 
This is waaaay too much fun, just reading…
Infamous member of the QFM thread<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Well, we haven’t discussed foods that make you fart - yet.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Merry:
I asked him to call me before I left. Yeah, right, I thought. Fat chance. But to me it was a test. I admit it.
Well, wouldn’t ya’ know it, just as I was about to load the horses into the trailer, I get this phone call. Very garbled. Lots of static. Some sort of ship-to-shore delayed relay. It was him! He could only talk for about 90 seconds, but it was enough for me to go, “Okay. He gets me.”<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Oh yes, THE TEST. One known only to the one administering it, requiring oodles of psychic powers, sensitivity, the rules forever changing dependent on the mood. That, BTW, is the true difference between men and women. We dedicate a great deal of time constructing these tests, hoops, obstacle courses, puissance walls, all at the root to measure confirmation of love - and men, most of 'em anyway, haven’t a clue what’s going on. The poor things.
I married Hans because of his heart-warming, knee-crumbling proposal: ‘the thought of marrying you is not offensive to me’.
This thread is freakin’ me OUT!!!
I got my trainer an MP3 cd player for his office for Christmas. I have been making cds for him to play on it (between COTH posting). I thought I’d make him a cd to explain my horse, Dorina aka the Prin(cess).
I made it yesterday. The first song is Tone Loc/Wild Thing. It also includes Under My Thumb/Rolling Stone (she has some submission issues), Brick House/Commodores (well, she is, ya know) and R-E-S-P-E-C-T/Aretha (for all of us).
Re: FB’s husband and I were engaged when I was 22. At 22 and a half I read “The Women’s Room” not really good pre-nup material and called it off. But still wanted to play 
with him and whoever, so 4 years later I asked him to marry me and he said OK. I can’t believe he hung around for the ditzie little floozie I was (am?), but I am glad he did.
Let’s see…
Danced on bars.
Have stripped at Amatuer Night
Use the Kissing Girl Party Trick on a regular basis
Have VERY few male friends I haven’t at least kissed.
Numped in all 10 places on the Bryn Mawr-Haverford “list” including in the Cloisters and the HC library after hours.
Fooled around on an ATV
Have numped in the tack room recently
EMPLOYED!!! Finally!! I started at Cosi and didn’t spill anything on anyone (yet), Dupont North for all you VA/MD/DC’ers 
Willem (and Coreene and Merry and all other CA people)… My plane lands at 11:36am on Saturday, January 25th!!! And I don’t leave until Feb. 2nd!!! I can not wait. There’s an In & Out near LAX isn’t there?? 
OK, no dancing on bars - and rarely even in bars unless I have consumed copious (sp) amounts of liquor. Haven’t flashed anyone since I was in high school… I’m feeling rather like a slacker. 
I have to admit - L&O made me think of this - I am IN LOFF WITH Jesse L. Martin. I loffed him on Ally, I loffed him on 413 Hope Street (did anyone else ever see that??) and I loff him on L&O.
And now I have to think of an OT… Hmmm…
It’s better than pushing up daisies…
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by AAJumper:
Yep…and I went on a trail ride today in a t-shirt and half chaps because it was so warm…and I could see the ocean from the top of the hill!<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
T-shirt and half-chaps, hmmm?
Guess you don’t have to worry about the “Inverness Problem” then…
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You figured me out, Heidi!
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Heidi:
I am bummed that I do not have a picture of Bum Boy from Hans’ office. Wowee! Tall, smart, witty, stunningly handsome, urbane, has his hair in little dreads - and THE BEST BUM ON THIS PLANET OR ANY OTHER. Round, firm…I was sufficiently ‘buzzed’ at Hans’ Christmas party to reach over and give it the good ole Charmin squeeze but my boy Hans knows me too well and had his arms around my shoulders at the time - in a kinda constricting, vise grip way. 
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When I was working in Boston, I was eating dinner with some work friends (all guys, most of them married and all over 30), and someone I know from college happened to be eating at the same restaurant. He came over, we talked, nothing exciting. As soon as he left the table, my friend Mike said, “Wow, did you see that guy’s ass? You could bounce a quarter off it!” So, everyone from my office now calls my college friend “the guy with the great ass.”
flshgordon - LOL! My screen name is actually the name of a horse, though I must admit, I like the princess attitude it implies
Obviously, I don’t know much about New York, so when I saw the movie “Coyote Ugly”, I assumed it was the very similar Hogs and Heiffers!
God Bless raunchy bars! 
I’ll have to see if I can find some pictures of the ex that I can scan… Or the exes… They were cute boys!! Oh, here is a cute boy my roomie “introduced” me to…
It’s better than pushing up daisies…
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by EricaR:
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>How many of you have flashed?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Well, I haven’t flashed, but I had some friends in college who LOVED to flash me. I’d hear a knock at my door, would open it, and three pairs of breasts would be staring me in the face…
What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Is it considered flashing if you’re stripping on a bar in a really poor attempt to win money to get gas cash enough to get home after spring break?
I am on one of the girls gone wild tapes from 1999 I think.
Sorry, replying to an early part of the thread, but what the hey!
and people say gov’t employees are useless… HA!
neither Matt nor I are particularly romantic. ok. we aren’t at all. but honestly, and those of you with long term relationships and marriages have to appreciate this. This is the first boy(friend) of the intimate sort I can fart in front of.
ok, so we live together making that inevitable, and maybe its just the sort of girl I am. but I am THRILLED to have one that will move his laptop so I can come sit on his lap. I can rip one, and RUN giggling. and he thinksits funny too.
All through HS I dreamed of a boy I could wrestle with and fart on, my best friend is insanely jealous (yes, we know we aren’t “normal” girls)
and Heidi-- boy got a late start, hes still going thru the “oh my god I think I invented this wonderful thing known as sex” phase. While I am not complaining its definitely funny.
Laura
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Coreene:
Elizabeth, you dated the Lynyrd Skynyrd boy.
I do think that counts the same for a half dozen flashes or one good numping.
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Coreene, don’t undersell my achievement!
I dated the “gun-toting, Lynrd-Skynrd-lovin’, chain-smokin’, beer-swillin’-while-drivin’, former-cocaine-dealin’, no-underwear-wearin’, jobless, bigotted, smurf-sized FREAK.”
My party line, however, is that I knew NONE of that stuff when I hooked up with him!
Heineken, honey:
It leads nowhere good. I’m telling you. We can ALL tell you. Stop. Stop now.
'Cause it is gonna end - someday - and the ending will NOT be good.
Either he’ll dump her, stick with you, later cheat on you, and CRUSH your heart, or he’ll stick with her, dump you, and CRUSH your heart, or he’ll stick with her AND stick with you and you’ll wake up one day, aged 66 and alone and with a CRUSHED heart.
Are you seeing the theme?
We gotta get you a nice FB.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by AAJUmper: But I have impersonated Cornholio (from Beavis and Butthead) while sitting with drunken barn friends on a trampoline. This was after much consumption of peach schnapps mixed with champagne.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
ROTFLMAO!!!
“I have a great love of animals and laughter.”
hehehe. I’m still giggling about my behavior last night. I think its probably in my best interest not to meet some of my fellow BBErs, I could get in LOTS of trouble!
Laura
OMG! I just scored a 28. Gotta blame it on the 1970’s. It was a very, um, interesting decade.
Some of those questions are amazing! Have you ever walked in on your parents numping? Well, yeah. Have you ever joined them? What!?!
A dog has one master, a cat has an entire staff.way to repeatedly post dearie
I didn’t sleep at all after last night’s escapade. One of my best friends goes to WestPoint and leaves tomorrow am to go back, so uhh, we celebrated pretty heavily. I got home at 6am and left for work again at 7am.
I’m getting too old for this!
Laura
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by flshgordon:
I have danced on the bar at the original “Coyote Ugly” bar in New York City–<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Me too!! Good ol’ Hogs and Heffers! I believe my (tiny) bra is still hanging on the wall there.
Two days after leaving my first husband, I visited my brother in New York to blow off some steam - and boy, did I! The tattooed, raccoon eyed, bull horn wielding bartener pointed to me and said “Your cool!” and all my drinks were free from then on.
Up until that shining moment of glory, I had lived my life like the good girl that I was raised to be. My poor brother could only shake his head in disbelief.
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Everythingbutwings:
_That big, empty closet is more commonly called a Dumpster!
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My roomate owns 7 pairs of skis. Everytime you open our big closet ski poles beyond counting rain down upon your head while the ski themselves all slither out past your feet and head for parts unknown across the linoleum floor.
Our other big closet houses, primarily, a vast array of duffle bags, backpacks, stuff bags and tents. So basically we store storage there.
Our other other big closet has nothing in it b/c it makes everyhting smell like mothballs. I recently discovered that this was because my roomate has been storing mothballs on the bottom shelf 
Our two other other other big closets are more tunnel like tha anything and have tiny hobbit size doors so we can only put small things in them and we can’t get anything back out without getting a headlamp and going crawling. So they are full of empty cardboard boxes and spiders for the most part.
Everything else lives in big piles in the living room where we can find it.
I have not had any celebrity encounters. I don’t think there are many celebrities in South Carolina. The closest I have come is that we used to live next door to the head football coach of the University of South Carolina. Oh, and last fall I helped Tiffani Loudon (upper level event rider) pull off her boots at a local event.
When I was little (elementary/middle school) I loved to go to the mall because I would go to the 2nd floor and drop things on people who were on the first floor. Usually little balls made of clay or Play-Doh, but sometimes I used gummy bears. I must have been good at this, because I never got caught or got in trouble and I did it a LOT.
I have never been in trouble with the law, but once I got busted by a golf course maintenance worker for trying to steal a flag from the golf course. I think he was shocked that I was a girl so he let me go.
“You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever!”
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