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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:11 pm
by wylde
SALT! Fluffy, C'mon...
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:16 pm
by wylde
Are you ever NOT hungry?! Salt. Tobasco and Lime. Butter me up...
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:20 pm
by fluffy
i'm always hungry for Jim..........re food i'm living on air at the moment.....lol........but sounds like you could do with a bloody Mary or tequilla.....
fluffy

Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:23 pm
by wylde
Know any long tall Texans with an ice cold anything?! (OW ie)
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:26 pm
by fluffy
lol.........sorry no........but i'd prefer them with a long hot anything...........
fluffy

Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:26 pm
by wylde
Cheers!
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:27 pm
by fluffy
lol..........all we need is the nibbles.........lol
fluffy

Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:29 pm
by wylde
You're on THAT RIDE again, are you? I'm parched of thirst, and ALL you can think about is ...ok, now I'm depressed. I haven't had anything close to that long hot anything since at least a year ago in July...
...and you think YOU have problems.
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:33 pm
by fluffy

must be something in the water.

that and looking at pics of Jim

..having said that. if faced with the choice of Jim or chocolate, he would lose today.......lol
fluffy

Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:39 pm
by wylde
Why don't you just cover him in chocolate and...

Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:45 pm
by wylde
My hands are tied and I'm on my hands and knees trying to crawl away...I'm chewing through the rope and scuttling under horses, the twang of bows and whir of their arrows whiz past my ear...
I'm thinking of the saloon and Old Joe's stock of Tequila, but focus baby focus on the NOW...I gotta get OUT OF HERE! Just my Luck...
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 11:03 pm
by fluffy
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 11:15 pm
by wylde
Oh well, what're you gonna do?
I'm thinking of the saloon and Old Joe's stock of Tequila, but focus baby focus on the NOW...I gotta get OUT OF HERE! Just my Luck...
I'm tired of running. I stumble to my feet and walk straight into the fray. But I feel okay, even as an arrow pierces my heart. I keep walkin'. My vision's getting blurrier and I'm getting a little woozier. I keep walkin'. I break off the arrowpoint and pull out the shaft, blood begins to spill. Nobody notices. Nobody cares. It's another wasted cry for help...and I step over myself and keep on walkin'.
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 3:31 am
by cotton
permanently pressed repressed and depressed
But not impressed?
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 8:02 pm
by wylde
Impressed... Yes eventually, perhaps as a fossil.