jetset~
chocolate covered cane spiders are quite delicious. they cover anything and everything in chocolate over here, shrimp, octopus, cuttlefish, nori and on and on. maybe i'll be your secret santa this year and send you a box of the chocolate spiders...you like white, dark or milk chocolate?

and i'm sure more than one periscope went up when you dropped your top

Aw great. another nice guy... My husband is a nice guy, and I only picked him for breeding purposes because he's tall.
Before he retired from being a male model in the underwear dept.,(remember the year that the fall catalog forgot to edit, yup, that's my guy), we had lots of fun in your state. Okay, I was fined for crimes committed in the pool, but hey..
Anyway, I was hoping you'd get irritated enough that this "loser post" would hit the 170 mark that you'd again be forced to warble some old 80's tune, like the Village People or Donna Summer "I need HOT LOVE".. well. I need a liver transplant, but I'm not singing for one.
So now you offer chocolate, like the kind of sappy soul who'd follow me in jr. high, calling me "citrus" because my highlights didn't wuite take.. think he was a Cecil, as if..
and I'll tell you what taro guy, send the chocolate, go ahead if you feel that bad, and don't forget the dry Mai Tai mix.
I had another crazy adventure in Maui-- once I met two guys milling about the K. shopping plaza in Lahaina.. a few careful brain sparks later, it was determined that he was my for real cuzzin. No, "that" would not have been a possibility, as he was short and dull, and I at least needed an appetizer to get to old first base(times were tough).
And what became of Dick? He used to like them young and he liked a little wacky tobacky too.. sister and I would get the fumes through the wall and share Doritos..
anyway, now that we officially don't care for each other, you may be clever and witty and I'll pretend to lather at the thought of you and I sharing a convention table.... grandmother said when asked to do something really weird, squeeze your eyes tight and try not to laugh.. report back when you find your dumb frog, J.

ps... no, I don't sport the inflatah chest. I like to jog and that would not be pretty, a black eye, so "last year".

You'd need an address. I'll either be assisting Rush, or you can send to:
Donna Me Trix
c/o Stoly Estates
Intox E. Kate, Alaska 35,000 feet

Jetset, you forgot to add your phone number.

1 966 g-e-t l-o-s-t

jetset, do you hire out for parties? You are a hoot!!! :-D

For anyone else without a life, I thought I'd share a cute and G rated moment.
Last night, my eleven yr. old discovered the Knight Rider show for the first time.
Having seen David Hasselhoff the other night as a judge on the Talent Show, he said "Mom, he doesn't look like the same guy". I laughed and told him the show was pretty old, and then realized in horror that actually, so was I.

Faina~ I always preferred the standby 867-5309. No males my age ever knew that song,lol.
"Jenny, Don't change your numbah, I wanna make you mine....

Ann Marie C~ not yet. The bull riding job pays purty good when the flies ain't bitin'..

:D

Jetset, wait 'til you see Hasselhof in Adam Sandler's new movie <i>Click.</i> The movie's not so great, but Hasselhof's cameo is that cringe-worthy combination of cheesy + funny.

my duh tattoo was expanding to read duluth, but boy that didn't last long!

I am a Sandler fan.. he's such a silly boy. Waterboy was ridiculous. I put wheels under the house and bought my first 40 oz. beer, found some holey underwear and scratched all the old scabs off.
Speaking of lost luggage, I don't lose mine anymore. I started to take my proctologist on trips~~ yes, he's an a**, but he cracks me up. I wouldn't say he's perfect, but I think the man could find a cotton ball in a snowstorm.. Ned Beatty even said two thumbs up.
Hey, it's Italian night here, so I have some stuff to do. You guys chat amongst yourselves and I'll return with my tales of terror.
Oh yes, I followed in a truck which had a bumper wisdom on the back.

All those who wander are not lost.

Then I went to the post office. Now there's a federal employee there who has job security. You see, he sweeps up cigarette butts. When the smokers have left the building, he simply stubs out one of his own and puts it into his pan(I spied with my little glass eye).
Then he shmoozes the retired people or those too slow to make a plausible excuse like I would &quot;oops, elective surgery day, toodles&quot;.
Dogs on Harley's, gotta love their smiles!

matnikstym~ what is the screen name origin iffen you don't mind. So many consonants, even Vanna would be afraid.
I tried the frog elgs once in S. A., interesting, sorta chickeny, but the rattlesnake appetizer and biltong was far more interesting when chased by a sweet dessert wine.
Write back soon. I want to spank you some more.

legs, that is. Sorry Rod. &quot;you're wearing me out, hot legggs, wanna scream and shout&quot;...oh yeah, howzabout ZZ top and those beards... &quot;She's got legs, she knows how to use them&quot;. Tina Turner, now those legs are worth gold. I saw her in a red leather mini.
She could shake it in her fifties like Rush at a Pfizer convention..

jet~i guess i can call you jet now that we are officially enemies, it's the first names of my pets. only shortened, original huh? but what's a fading disco star wannabe to do?

Please child, please...tell me you are wayyy under 40, because -GULP- I may have danced with you in a Honolulu disco once in March, 1982. We(my sister and another friend) had been celebrating Mother's birthday at a Greek place, doing ouzo shots, following lithe young men with smooth chests around tables, when we decided mom needed beauty sleep, and after rolling her home to the hotel, we went out to a disco.
I had one of several sparkly headbands at that time(made my head look slim), and I had the air guitar thing locked up baybee. One guy &quot;hey, are you a professional&quot;? slap.
We crossed a street and were serenaded by a younf turg who belted out &quot;I know a girl who lives on the hill, she won't do it but her sister will&quot;.. oh dear, I miss my sister after that night. Sure, she sends pictures of the palace, the cute camels and her twelve children, but still.
Anyhoo, let's make a plan. Join me in a warm rendition of Strangers in the Night, seven bottles island time brah. I'll be thinking about my younger years, all style and no substance. cheers... you loser, J.

young turk. Good grief. That will teach me to approach my mouth with the glass on the left.
Anyway, we sold the monkey to a ranch called Neverland and my life started to get strange...

jet -- don't you ever get tired of talking to yourself? :-) Not that I don't enjoy reading your inspiration. ((b))

were you the one who pulled off my artificial chest toupee, you know the one held on with the big artificial rhinestones in the shape of a dollar sign? if so, all i remember of you is the top of your head, held a beer can just fine!