Sorry. Got back from the reunion, then Lynn went off on some sort of super-secret secret mission, leaving Whit and I to fend for ourselves in a sea of empty bourbon bottles, strippers and frozen pizza.
Well, no, just kidding about the bourbon, strippers and frozen pizza (we've been ordering it, fresh and hot), but Lynn is gone until Saturday, so I've called my long-suffering folks in as backstops...
...and I've had little time to blog (or find interesting stuff to yammer on about). Add to that the way my computer seems to be throwing fits just to taunt me, an, well, you get the picture.
I shall return, like somebody famous once said.
I hope you have better luck returning than McArthur did. ;)
yeah but, how do we *know* there's no strippers around? it's just your word. at the very least, i figure you boys is flingin' dolla bills at every lady who walks by your front porch. sad, really. :)
Dude, I believe you. If you say there are no strippers, that's good enough for me. Where's the love, people?!
i kid! i kid because i love! :D
What about the fat piles of cash and girls in go-go boots? What about them, huh? How they gonna eat if they ain't workin'?
SP is right. a gurl gotsta live. won't you please help?
SP-
I'm shocked that you would suggest that all girls who wear gogo boots are strippers.
Unless they are.
Start sending 'em over to my house, and I'll investigate further ;)
Film at 11.
J.
Well, at least Whit gets to learn from the master...
:)
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