Chickie

No. They just freaking STINK! It's like something special happens when he goes to bed, and they become supercharged or something. I don't know. And I do give as good as I get. So don't worry about poor little Chickie. She takes great delight in Dutch oven-ing her poor old husband at 2am.

How many pages is this thing? I count 9 (going on 10) But I have my page count set to 40 posts per page.

Oh, don't get me wrong. He farts anywhere he likes! But he saves the "special" ones for bed. "Know it all"

Pre-nubie, huh? Pubie.

I like waht it says now. But then, I do want to be a princess when I grow up. With a big castle, a white horse, and a knight in shining armour. (What I have now is a tidy house, cute little Ford, and a prick that farts in bed. When I grow up, things will be different, I tells 'ya!)

I love "life is quieter now that I have "someone" on ignore" or "I had to ignore them because they just talk to hear themselves speak" (how that works when you actually TYPE what you are thinking, I don't know... But anyway) Makes me wish that I had someone running after me, quoting every single thing I say.

Wouldn't you like to know.... I read that as "mouldy" at first!

You mean, you are on their ignore list, dontcha? They seem to go out of their way to let it be known that they are ignoring you. And my box isn't squeaky clean. It just tidy now.

I know! They were so civilised. But where were the toilets! (yes, this is my "issue" I was damaged as a child by the Smurfs) And don't get me started on the Snorks!

Mah box is clean again. Could whoever it was who PM'd me, re send? (I won't name names, it's always more fun to leave the public to jump to their own conclusions, then when they ask if you were talking about them, say "It's not all about YOU you know!")

yes. But did they actually have anything to *give* her? And where was the toilet? I remember showers... But no toilets.

Dirty minds think alike.

You know. As I got older (into my teens) I often wondered how Smurfette could live with all those guys.... Dirty little blue vixen!

Steak, silly!

Last time I dyed anything, despite the gloves I was wearing, I ended up with Smurf hands. Not cool.

Ohhh! I want Amy Winehouse hair!

Is your keyboard ok? Just type HFH;SHFSFHSD;FHSD;VN SDNVDL SZHFOUD;HFVSDHFVO'S If it's not. And I will PM you a new one.

LMAO My reply would have been "Has anyone ever told you you have a gigantic ass and gut to match?" But I am a lady. So I would have probably just farted and walked away.

Who marries for one or the other? Get both the first time, and save yourself the extra wedding.

Yes. And I have a fairly clean box. Plenty of room.

You hurted my feewings. Just remember;

I have just had like 20 hits on my normally very quiet blog. I am really not *that* interesting people. Trust me.

And the charmers who leave messages on you blog, and PM you to tell you how they are concerned that you are setting a "Skinny Standard that is impossible for the rest of the board to live up to"

You know when you get there. Suddenly you are always wrong, you don't know what it's like, and you become self righteous, condescending and obnoxious! It quite fun, really!

No hand book. You just magically "Know it all"