I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

[sourland]

Your butt hangs over the back of a horse as big as Gus?

 

[Spookwriter]

"Honey, Does this saddle make my butt look fat?"

If you gotta ask...how is the man supposed to answer?
"Just get in the wagon, dear. And pull the tarp."


He can....

a) ...lie
b) ...tell the truth.

Neither one is a logical answer from the mans point.

Proving that women do not want logic and certainly they do not want
the truth. But what a woman really wants is a whole nother thread.

 

[Gargoyle]

I am sure glad that ammunition is currently in short supply.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Terry isn't dumb...I am pretty sure he's hidden all the bullets.

 

[sourland]

"Just get in the wagon, dear, and pull the tarp" (Before anyone sees your butt.)

Does anyone have any idea how we transitioned from the 'pastor' to Em's Butt? Oh, yeah, she is after all the Queen of hi jack.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I have no idea how we get to where we are, and every time I try to figure it out, even I can't find my train of thought...

 

[Spookwriter]

It's the size of the splash, Sour.

This preacher fellow isn't gonna make any waves here in the end.

On the other hand...Em....She has SPLASHED all over this board.

****I was at the local Wal-Mart yesterday, a sign on the door...Limit
Three boxes of ammunition per customer per day please. Guess I never
really thought about it. How much ammo do I really need on hand?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

People who don't know me in real life must picture me as a 600 pound old crone...

 

[Spookwriter]

"Train of thought"...now she has a horse and a TRAIN?





**** A true moment in Spooks life ***


Years ago, I had a female cousin. She was quite large. I mean LARGE.
She came to visit one time and set on the commode...and broke it in two.
She was a BIG girl.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

I think I need to go look for those bullets....