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LOL! Great now I'll wonder too!! Thanks!

Wow, you're a ray of sunshine! LOL I love your sense of humor.

Originally Posted by Pearlgem

Dear, dear, H Dean. You manage to be a gang of silly boys all by yourself.

I am good, ain't I?

Now put it down and go fix a welcoming supper for Orangeblossoms, the one who has to put up with you.

I don't wanna!

You do realise how fortunate you are she's a saint!

She's pretty terrific, but she ain't a saint!

'Bout time you responded!

Dear, dear, H Dean. You manage to be a gang of silly boys all by yourself. Now put it down and go fix a welcoming supper for Orangeblossoms, the one who has to put up with you. You do realise how fortunate you are she's a saint!

Originally Posted by Pearlgem

Was it all the mention of tools, H Dean? What was that bollocks you were claiming about masculine structures reflecting the cool logic of male minds?

I was reflecting the silliness of the male mind. I realize that, as a woman, you don't appreciate silliness, so I will excuse you not getting the humor.

A guy obviously only drills a hole in a wall in order to (symbolically) stick his pecker into it. Or perhaps not so symbolically. One thinks of apple pie.

My cock makes you hungry for desert, eh?

My God, if women were to boast about their pussies as men do their cocks, the ironing would never get done.

At least you know your place.

Luckily I have the tightest pussy for twenty blocks around and consequently have no need to advertise my rampant insecurities in a blog.

You live in the red light district, do ya?

I can stroke my own pussy.

The odor keeping others away?

Was it all the mention of tools, H Dean? What was that bollocks you were claiming about masculine structures reflecting the cool logic of male minds? A guy obviously only drills a hole in a wall in order to (symbolically) stick his pecker into it. Or perhaps not so symbolically. One thinks of apple pie. My God, if women were to boast about their pussies as men do their cocks, the ironing would never get done.
Luckily I have the tightest pussy for twenty blocks around and consequently have no need to advertise my rampant insecurities in a blog. I can stroke my own pussy.

I post here and it turns pink. No idea why.

Is this some sort of juvenile secret agent game you're playing with yourself, H Dean, sending invisible messages embedded in the pink revealed only when rubbed with half a lemon? I once made a 'field' telephone out of two cans and a length of string. However, it proved more efficient just to 'talk' to the person on the other side without all the intervening paraphernalia. Perhaps the x-ray spex will come next. D'you know, for only $4.99, you can see right through a lady's dress to her drawers! It's true!

you look very nice with a pink background Dean....lol

Originally Posted by thrall

Oh you love her!.....

Course I do.

See, Pearlgem, you think of the tools as little extensions of manhood because you don't understand. Being a woman, you nest...gathering little bits of flotsam and getsam until your gatherings resemble a structure. Unfortunately, your structure will fall apart at the first good wind.

Men don't gather useless junk and trinkets. We aren't like crows or women who gather shiny objects and form rudimentary structures. Men make structures with solid foundations that can withstand the winds of change. For that we need the proper tools, knowhow and skill. It is not an extension of our cocks but an extension of our mind, logical and structured, that allow us to create permanent nests.

Ironically, for all of the ridiculing women do - calling tools and cars and machinery extensions of our manhood - you tend to think less of men who are not (at least) adequite in their ability to utilize tools, fix cars and build rudimentary structures.

So, comment all you want on our "manhood extensions". Just remember that you still need a man to change your oil. Now, go make yourself pretty.

Oh you love her!.....

Bloody good on Orangeblossoms to even have a go. Honestly, you have a machine in your hands that screams, jolts and practically takes off, and just pointing it at the plaster (if it doesn't suddenly traverse the wall) makes a crater that only gets wider and wider and wider. If we wanted useless and ragged blots on our walls, women would be expert. I was born with an inbuilt facility to iron. Let the men with their boxfuls of little metal phalluses poke them deftly into our bathroom walls.

"Being bored and lonely (no one wanted to eat with me because I am mean) "


*shakes my head* LOL

Your lexical clarifications are a boon to society in these days of rush and confusion, H Dean. Who has time to think any more about what words mean? For such services, I expect they'll want to devote a glossy magazine to you - 'A Lexical Curmudgeon Pontificates' or maybe 'Butt Load o' Stuff!!'- and there could be spin offs. From now on, practise proffering your best side to the paparazzi every time you nip out for a pint of milk and a packet of fags. We'll love you even though we don't know you and you'll never be alone again!

I agree.The shoes you're are talking about weren't supposed to be for walking.

Ew no! Comment button please!

I so want to have the color vs colour conversation with you.

Bloody Americans, it is called English for a fucking reason.

Sorry, I have issues with this sort of subject, ever since BASIC. I had enough trouble learning to spell without constantly having to learn two different spellings. Then you get the so called English Spell checkers, I could go on, this rant never ends, drives me fucking nuts.

Yes, I leave the mountain goat feet to you.

so your back on that rigamaroll of wearing a jacket? At least your feet dont look like mountain goats feet. *shurgs and smiles*

Crap!

wheres that comment button *clicks!*

Random? How can a response to a comment be random? Random requires that chance be involved. THere is no chance involved. If someone leaves a comment I will respond to it. Like me responding to you is not random, though it was random chance that I visited the Library this morning - it was even an accident. Accidents are random. But it is no accident that I respond to those who comment on my blog. I will ask you to kindly not make random comments about the non-random comments I make to those leaving me random coments.

As for the voices only I can hear; Leave them out of it. What did they ever do to you? Nothing. That's right. If I want to listen to them I will. They have been nothing but good to me and only caused a few deaths that no one knows about.

Now, begone foul creature from the netherworld!

H Dean, you seem to be leaving random comments about your own blog. Are you getting enough sleep? Are you responding to voices only you can hear? If you would like someone real to talk to...

Stupid comment button!

people that have comment buttons :P

Who has time for faith?

You cant injury someone that WANTS to be injuried ;)

oh yee of little faith. :P

I am impressed you made it to five. I figured you would lose track and have to start over several times before becoming frustrated and giving up.

lol! Yes i can see *counts to five on her hand* im sure thats the only amount youd find wrong. :P

Shayna, you can't count that high.

Pearlgem, I thrash all the time. I'm a thrasher (bad pun alert) shark.

this makes me want to write a blog, with a comment button. I can only imagine the ways youd rip my blog apart.


*counts the ways*

We can't have you impotent, H Dean. I detect some masochistic tendencies here. Have you ever considered bottom-thrashing as stress relief?

Some people need to be injured.

I hate feet.

I don't even know what you're talking about. FUBAR? TMI? You young middle agers! I personally refuse to text message. I consider it vulgar, and I wince when my otherwise intelligent friends adopt this distasteful juvenile practice. So it takes a little more time to use an apostrophe or two - what are you so busy doing otherwise?

"A bit further on down in the letter I got a LMFAO that made me want to shoot her in the head."

you never stop making me laugh. Seriously. Next time i have a bad day, im coming to your blogs.

LOL! <--hehe pun intended!

Here's one you made earlier! A masterclass in curmudgeonly conciseness.

and i bet you miss those very same feet!!!!

you cant wait to have those very same calloused and pampered feet.....next to yours.....

hugs...

happy happy new year!

I don't seek 'em out. You lay them at my feet! Same to you x x

Don't go correcting me, I will hurt you!
Happy New Year!

it ain't easy spelling 'rig(a)marole' either. Happy New Year!

It ain't easy being the only guy using the word "rigamoroll".

Lmao!

lol im sorry i have nothing to say about your blog besides the fact that you used "rigamoroll " and "their feet resemble those of a [I]mountain goat.[/I]"

that made my day.

You have a gift for sarcastic discourse.

You so crack me up! How's that 'being in demand' working out?

LMAO! I just love reading your blogs. You are so funny!