amateurs! 55 gallon drum

I forgot what it was, out of spite.

It was too many heres and theres and "Charles' Dobsons"...

your kinda hung up on this charles dobson person.....
something you wanna get off your chest, buddy?

we are here to listen......

I didn't change my name...
...More than once...yet.

Can't you guys see the title of this thread? Does it say anything about discussing personal matters, or things you like, or your favorite name? Go to the other threads to discuss such matters.

So stop all this chit chat and get out of this thread!

I think someone missed nappy time!

or his latest pill time...

ahh, a good night's rest can do wonders << hey, "cdwonders"! see how I did that?

did I call it or what? Kreskin lives!!!

(besides, dont the nurses regulates his meds, phil?)

watch what you say, my two sisters, who if they were not my sisters I would say are "hot", are both RN's....but I would love to have a couple of hot (non-sister) nurses feel my forehead to see if it's a little warm, give me some meds, tuck me in and kiss me "good night" ...so I'll take 2 please.

their not my sisters....send em over.
I feel this headache coming on........
they do sponge baths?

who's the spongee in this equation?

loofas are better

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^Make a sentence out of those letters^

as long as you don't rub too hard in one place

I especially love the loofa on my hoofa ...i.e., on the souls of my hoofas. It's a fine dance between too much tickle, removal of dead skin, invigorating the feet, and pure eroticism. I have been called ticklish nicholash ...and my last name rhymes with that, too.

death by alphabetization...

You win!

unc wins...everybody can go elsewhere now

didnt work for miramar,

wont work for you..............

wow, I barely had time to poke my head into another thread and you're already back messing this one up!

Its my job, brother
phil told me so

only time you ever listened to me...

not true, I always listen.......

hi Chris. I'd say Chris be good but it just doesn't sound as good as "Johnnie be good"

that should tell you something

chrissy be good fits buts sounds somewhat gay.....

:no:

not that there's anything wrong with that.........

not to me...my first two loves were both Christine Chrissy's. My first love Christine started when I met her on the sliding board in kindergarden and that lasted until 6th grade. We were such a nice couple, always standing next to each other, playing footsies until I was orgasmic, though at the time I didn't know what the feeling was about, we were always partners in all the school plays, and we stood next to each other during spelling bees. I'm sure I coulda married her and lived happily ever after. Then she dumped me for an older guy about ready to move up to the big time...high school. So after being shattered for a while, I found my second Christine and fell in love with her for a while. She was real cute, but something about this relationship never quite compared to the first Christine. When we had our 25th reunion of our 8th grade graduation, the first Christine couldn't make it but all the girls called her on the phone and had me talking to her. I wonder where she is now?

you guys are busy tonight eh?

nothin' wrong with whichever way your door opens, buddy...

are you talking about doors or drawers?

me - doors;

you - drawers?

if it swings both ways you have twice the chance of a date on a sat. night

I am a drawer...the artist variety.

your real name maggie?

man, now you made me hungry for Maggie Moo ...they got some damn good ice cream. I like to lick it.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...MaggieMoos.jpg

Id like to lick them.

with or without ice cream dripping from them?

Maggie's Drawers
by James Stockton



A hundred Marines sat on the line,

Rapid fire, and all was fine.

The rifles cracked, Bull's Eyes, we know;

Down came the targets, now they'll show.


White spotters adorned targets left and right,

Looked like snow, a pretty sight.

But Wait!!!! What's that where I shot?

Not a single one! . . . not one white spot.


I look for black ones 'round the "bull,"

No luck there either, I feel a chill.

They start the disks, white for bulls,

None for mine . . . there they were still.


A single pole rose o'er the butts

Waved back and forth, like in a rut.

A red flag waving, a miss of course,

And that red flag is "Maggie's Drawers."


Suddenly a commotion is heard on line,

I thought, "My coach, and it's my time."

But a good-lookin' dame comes down the track:

"My name is Maggie — and I wants 'em back."

you amaze me phil.
I am not sure why
it scares me.........:eek:

ain't it wonderful?