The Meters

Thanks so much.

I always knew you were a stud.:{>:

Thank you,Debbie.



I have been training my fine pud...yes.

I have a toy fishing rod and scotch tape a photo of a girls bush to it..then I dangle it in front of my pud.

It has built up quite a memory and is responding vey well now.



But I'm not really a horsey.I lied about that one...and I love you,too.

^^^^^He's a Gelding.......................

^^^^ So?

^^^^ Far sighted palm reader.

Every Story Paints a Picture



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lhemo...eature=related

You left out Lil Wayne. :confused: :p

You Lil Snot.

I forgot the story about David Gentilli's Father.


We were in 5th or 6th grade. The Gentillis lived down at the corner of Sandusky and 93rd St in an old store front...right across the street from the bus terminal where we played touch football.Behind them was an old dairy truck terminal with rotting dairy trucks sitting.It was fun to play around in those things.

So the Gentilli's were a popular stop.

A Sat. aternoon..late.They had a big pool table in the front room.I didn't like pool and had no idea how to play;plus,I was very shy and didn't want to look stupid,which I usually did.

I just watched as a bunch of the kids played the game as well as his Father.I guess he sensed something ,so when a break happened...he took me back to the pool room and showed me how to hold the stick and so forth.

It started up again and this time I was on one of the teams.

I was horrible.



But it came down to me having to make a simple shot to win.Gentilli's Father was on my side. He told me what to do.


The ball went in the little hole.



I almost fainted.





David Gentilli did faint!!










But his Father was so happy he started dancing around singing.....DAVEY WON THE GAAAA-AME!!....DAVEY WON THE GAAAAA-AME!!!!







I never felt so good in my life.

His Father was a really nice guy.

But I still hate pool.

That's a very nice story.


But one question...............Who's Davey?

ME!


I should have said ''Davey-poo."

Sorry.

Oh,

I like the story alot less now.

You are like a weed growing in a field of daisy-poos.

Why?
I said I liked your little story. Plus, I didn't even reference or make fun that Mr. Gentilli gave you a private pool lesson and showed you the proper way to hold his stick.
Evidently he taught you very well as you made the man faint, now that's some real talent. It's a shame you don't like the game, it's sounds like you could have been a special one. ;)

Well fucl< you very much,Mr.Doorknob.

Mr. Key is really doing a fine job on you.




And by the way....I doubt anyone else had any problem deviating from the characters , as you do.

It was very clear who David Gentilli is in this story. When I said D.Gentilli's Father....that meant he was another person,his Father, aside form David G.




I'm sure you loved IT...by King.

Oh I understood and enjoyed your little story, Mr Gentilli is the man who gave you the private pool lesson and then he was so pleased when you made the winning shot that he fainted.

But a couple of sidebars if you don't mind.................

Ok Ok, So I'm Mr Doorknob.......I think

But who's Mr Key and the king.

Jesus you need a damn program with all your little nicknames Morty or is it Davey Poo?

^^^^ Keeper of the keys...Mr. Jing-A-Ling.

And on Halles 7th floor , we'll be looking for...MR. JING-A-LING!!