- suffering from memory loss, evidently
- dying of laughter at the latest creedblog:
I'm a romantic guy. Always have been. Fell in love for the first time in the fourth grade with the Truancy Officer. Ever since then, I’ve had a thing for women with badges. Cops, security officers, DEA -- doesn’t matter to me. They’re all foxy.
Love is tricky. It makes you do crazy things. Back in ’73, I got into a love triangle. Love pyramid, really. Put $6,000 into a cigarette resale venture and just waited for the dough to start pouring in. It never did. Lost my savings for a shot with the DePalma sisters, but it was worth it. I’ve still got some old smokes sitting in a storage shed up in Delaware. It’s my little reminder of the price of love.
If I ever wanted to get married again, I’d go for height over substance. Pretty wives are good for taking to buffets, but tall wives get you noticed. Wealthy’s also a good quality to find in a lady. I’ve got to find me a rich, tall broad. That’ll keep me happy.
There’s one lady who might fit the bill and her name is Louise. She works as a toll collector at the Wilkes-Barre exit on the Pike. Lou's a big woman, really fills out her uniform and I like it. I'm going to show up at her tollbooth next weekend wearing my lucky socks and my sex pants. Then I'm going to read her a poem I've been working on, in the style of my man Willy Carlos Williams. After that, I'll spray paint all the windows in her booth black and show her why they call me "The Guiding Principle." It's going to be smooth. Don’t know if she’s rich, but she definitely has access to a lot of change and that’s good enough for me.
There’re only six things you need if you want to snag a good woman: A guitar, chicken, wine, a car, running water, and some permanent markers. If you don’t have a guitar, a lute will do. You get those six things and you’re Don Juan, trust me.
i assume this is some sort of OFFICE related thing. a character bogging in character?By June, at 3:05 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
yes! i heart creed!By lupe!, at 3:20 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
Also: sex pants?!By June, at 5:07 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
Juney, us men don't mock you for your bogs about shoes. Leave us alone about our sex pants.By Mr. Faded Glory, at 6:36 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
i do not mock..i ask for info.By June, at 12:21 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
are they pants one wears while having sex?
are they pants that themselves have sex?
are they pants that one wears in the hope that they somehow will bring about the having of sex (by the wearer)?
i think they're pants one puts on to makes oneself feel sexyBy lupe!, at 12:39 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
so yeah that last option :D
every guy has one pair of pants that greatly increase the chances of sexBy Mr. Faded Glory, at 3:10 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
sing a song of sex pants, a pocket full of girth
four and twenty young babes making merry mirth
when the pants were opened the girls began to sing
who will be the dainty dish to kneel before the king?
cannot... process..By June, at 11:35 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
sorry lupes, i think i broke juney :-/By Mr. Faded Glory, at 11:57 AM <$BlogItemControl$>
you're the worst michael!By lupe!, at 2:23 PM <$BlogItemControl$>
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