no... she is Nurse Nice Tweeters

I see you're still fixated on nurses.:rolleyes:

Debbie...get yer hot as.s back here...I want to perform public sex with you.



Don't mess around...just do it.

You have failed me.

You must be punished.







I'm not speaking to you anymore.

I got home last night at 10:40 (:mad: ) She left me a message saying I needed to come see her A.S.A.P..:confused:

Sorry dear. I had an "internet headache".

Oh you always have one.




Dannie....rub my belly.

Only on the internet.;)

Well I haven't had any offers to visit...so same thing.



:mad:

Wait I'm confused..but that isn't really unusual....

both of you are Dannie..how can that be...:zz:

No. I was answering his first line. He's been looking for a "rub" from Dannie in the political threads. I think he got lost in threads again.:rolleyes:

I could get lost in your threads...you certainly wear enough of them.



3 layers of genuine Paul Bunyan flannel nightgowns over 2 sets of Barney Rubble Estate Sale Levi bloomers and sweatshirt.

It is rumored BrownSugah,NoseDrops,Christina,TalentSwoon and TommyNoShoes all ran into each other at the BC.





I think a black hole must have happened.

After writing a novel to you only to be denied my right to send it, I'm no longer speaking to you after this post. :p

Well you could have saved it....and checked with me.

Or you could have answered in a timely manner.
























But nooooOOOOOOOOOOO.









































So...yes or no?

No, I will NOT send Uncly's boo-bee pictures to you.

:mad:

Kissy poo, dawlin'.




































































































And boy does she have a great rack too.

Slep Slep....waith may weight gloaf.

MY STORY ABOUT THAT DIRTY HILLBILLY...ADAM WEST


It was about '86..maybe '85. Right in there. It was at the downtown Cleveland Convention Center...I just have no idea what the deal was about.I don't remember a lot other than being a real cutey-pie youngster and women trying to kiss me all the time. I recall seeing a Michael Jackson impersonator that was about as exciting as studying people watching paint dry.Yet I don't think the show was a about him. I recall seeing the real Batman car which looked like a gay Corvette.

But I don't think the show was about Gay Corvettes.I also recall seeing a live goat.No idea whatsoever on that one.

I was there with a bunch of other kids and big men. I think they were our Fathers.

Now to the meat of it. I do remember seeing a display of ..I think...Batman banners. So---I got one. It was clear on the opposite side from where the BatCar was. Near the BatCar was an elevated stand. On the stand...a table. Sitting behind the table were 2 big men. One was Adam West. Very recognizable almost 20 years later. There was a ramp leading from the floor to the stand ....past the stand and then away from it as one would walk by.Kids were lined up and stopping at the table.


I quickly used my whippet quick mind to process information. I asked my Father if that could possibly be an autograph line for Batman.

He rolled his eyes.


But apparently it was.

So I was right again.




Anyhoo....we get in line and finally reach West. He gives a half smile and signs my banner. Then he stops as he was handing it back....and looks suspiciously at it. He asks my Father..'Where did you get this?" I thought we were in huge trouble.A person of interest posed a pointed question about my very own merchandise. I froze in fear. My Father told him where by pointing. West then looked to the other big man sitting next to him and they looked....not real happy.


Of course I did not know what this was about right then,but did later learn this was all about Batman's greed and complete disregard for his fans.

West then turned back to the front of the table...not expecting to see us still there. He expected new heads.

Do you see the bourgeois rudeness this fool had displayed? What happened was exactly how I described it....but here's the best part.

I think my Father expected something..like "thanks" or maybe further questioning. Here's what he got:



West sits there with his hands on the table.....offers a cutesy grin with slightly raised eyebrows and takes his hands and raises them up so the palms face each other and at the same time his shoulder raise a bit ,his head tilts slightly to one side...as if to say..."Well? Now what?...stupid."

Try that. Sit down ...put your hands on the table...about a foot apart with the palms down.....and do what I said he did in one motion. You see? Got the idea?


My Father just starting walking away and so did I. ..but I did recognize that "sign to the plebes" from West.


So I turned and mouthed "COKE SOCARE" to him.







I hate his stinking guts and now you know why you should ,too.