I suppose your one of those folks who thinks it's just for special occasions too.





Actually, the closest I have come to crossdressing was to go to Hallowe'en as a Catholic Priest, which in an ideal world would be the opposite OF sex.

The next poster can pee their signature in the snow.

oh so true...and for other occaisons, too. I won more Miss America contests than any real Miss America....see:

this is my best friend Pete smooching on me:
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...ics7/missA.jpg

The next poster would like a date with me while I'm dressed like Miss America.



.....OOPS!!! a dollar short again.


true, not only in the snow but even 6 ft up on a wall

The next poster has eaten snow.

true...white snow...

the next poster once picked his/her nose while driving on an interstate...

(who decided to start substituting 'their' for 'him/her' anyways?)

True. Who else was gonna do it?

The next poster needs to use the bathroom, but is still waiting for the right moment.

true..but it was going to go take a leak down at the oak tree by the watering hole instead of the bathroom.

the next poster farts in the lift and smirks while people are still in there

Never happen.

The next poster has a secret desire to wear their SO's undies.

ain't gonna happen...

the next poster flipped off a biker on an interstate...

Nope, every biker I ever met was pretty easy going.

The next poster secretly loathes a co-worker.

Loathe? Too strong. Disdains maybe, but not loathe.

The next poster is already typing.

Nope. I haven't even started.

The next poster is calling in sick tomorrow.

As much as I'd like to, false.

The next poster is awed and curiously attracted by my manly physique.

Nope! Not even a little. I'm sure it's fine, just not my cup of wine.

The next poster is a much better poet then I.

doncha just know it...


the next poster is allergic to apples...

Nope, just not fond of them even though one will keep up to three doctors away for 8 hours.

The next poster has written away for instructions on how to develop bulging pectoral muscles.

/ C'mon, Tully, you know it makes you feel all funny and stuff.

False, I wrote off my pecs on the last return.

The person who writes something down here next,
spent more than 10 seconds about what to say.

not on your pecs, i didn't...

the next poster has never seen "kelly's heroes..."


Kelly's Heroes - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

False

The next poster just will not knock it off with those negative waves!

True - what kind of other waves are there?

The next person's bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R

true...

the next person's bologna has a last name, it's M-A-Y-E-R...

False. My bologna's last name is actually Jon.

The next person always washes their hands after using the bathroom.

Always.

The next poster wishes they were riding the waves.

True or false
and yet persisting,
my belief.

Must be true.

The next poster hasn't made his/her bed.

Not true, make it every morning right after getting up. Been like that since my navy days.

The next poster is planning on seeing family this week and isn't really that thrilled about it.

True.

I need another skirt.

False, I don't wear skirts generally (that cheerleading one was DAMN tight. On the plus side, evidently my waist still fits in to the smallest cheerleaders outfit on my high school's team =o).

The poster below me prefers the heroic Terran to the dirty Zerg or high and mighty Protoss.

I don't know how to say "true" to something like that, but I cannot, yet, claim falseness.

So I don't.

Yes, I do.

The next poster is cooking today.

Nope, attending a double wedding today. Food, fun and merriment will all be supplied.

The next person uses public transportation on a regular basis.

false... but i have been known to hitchhike on "pubic" transportation...

the next poster has never been aboard a cruise ship...