SG

I would be happy to hear from you further, but you do not owe me.
Frankly my dear, your last post to me was perfect, all by itself. It brought me not only a smile , but also Billy Joel's song to mind... She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes,
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies,
...She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you,
...She's ahead of her time.
Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in,
She just changes her mind.
And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding,
But she brings out the best and the worst you can be.
Blame it all on yourself cause she's always a woman to me.


Women are fun, but they make for terrible wives. :headscratch: What? Ive myself now.

Ive been sorta chagrined the past few days. I got what I was looking for (from you, dont be mad, it doesnt make you predictable, just understood) but I also got some genuine responses from a couple other ladies, wanting to encourage me, who then got it chucked in their face for their sincere efforts. They didnt deserve that.
Being to focused on a goal (not something I need to work on), can cause you to lose sight of the cost of the goal(definitely something I need to work on) .

I did have fun though. \:\) Does that make me bad? \:\(

There was one sentence I had issue with in your post though.
I would be very bad at it.
Uh Huh.
tsk tsk, be honest now, or I wont be able to stay focused on what you do get right.

By the way, have you met my older, smarter, (but not as good looking) brother Stig? He doesnt say much about himself, and he makes dizzying leaps of literary conceit, but maybe...:heartfelt handclasp: & :pious pose:... he will vouchsafe to give us a brief glimpse into the current happenings of a masculine mind that knows not only the dangers of B&B ...blowfish and bukowski, what is that anyways... some form of bestiality and a bowler played by john goodman???...oh wait that was The BIG Lebowski...so again..... but also the olfactory zest of chitlins. <--- thats for the verbosity of the previous paragraph, not the chitlins.
Honestly, Im only slightly teasing my loquacious and pleonastic friend who is blessedly often given to circumlocution and who is able to grasp the wandered meanderings of a female mind given to fanciful and unlikely similitudes.

Of course he was no where to be found when I was unjustly accused of mixing my metaphors. Sheesh. enough sheenanigans.


Namaste...is that some sort of pasta, and would that go with a white wine or a red?


Chromo, how is your health and heart doing?

bf- a man who cannot spell. or type. or both. sometimes. mostly. but does really appreciate the red inkings of his current favorite english teacher.