Too bad he's gone -- sexy gent!
Posted on 07/14/2006 12:42:03 AM PDT by sully777
Too bad he's gone -- sexy gent!
WOO HOO!
Shalom.
Works both ways . . . the only attractive comedienne is Rita Rudner.
Well, okay, Anne Meara was a stunner back in the day.
But name any other female comic. Ellen DeGeneres, Paula Poundstone, Sandra Bernhard, Whoopi Goldberg, Roseanne Barr, Margaret Cho . . .
Sandra Bernhard
she's got a weird hot sexy case of the uglies
she's doable
Larry the Cable Guy looks like a stocky 40-year-old version of my little brother. So much so that at my wedding, several people came up to him and said, "Do it!"
To which Xena's Bro said, "Git-r-done!"
So it's a GOOD thing when my wife laughs at my .. er .. uh .. performance?
Shalom.
She has Mick Jagger fish lips.
on chicks its cool
doable
My man is a quiet, brooding Scorpio on the outside . . . and when you get to know him, he's got the dryest sense of humor ever.
He makes me giggle, and no one else in the room knows why, and I love it.
Sorry - we're all taken.
Shalom.
**tickle, tickle**
I will defer to you, 'cause I would not hit it. ;)
haha...exactly
Oh Geez.... Thanks for the support guys! :o)
MM
It's little known that William Shakespeare, as well as writing, also enjoyed a good game of rubgy in his spare time.
So, the team is assembled for practice one Saturday afternoon. It's the middle of winter, and even for England, it's cold and it's wet. The pitch is a muddy swamp, and the players decide that they simply can't play in these conditions.
So they go to the club-house for a bit, but they very quickly get bored. And then one of the players has a bright idea: Why don't we all go over to William's house? William Shakespeare is doubtful, but they persuade him, and pretty soon, the whole squad is relaxing in his living room.
Well, they're rugby players, and true to the stereotype, they all quickly get drunk, and of course, they come up with the even better idea - of having their rugby practice in the house ("well, it's a big house, after all"). William has also been drinking, so he's easy to persuade this time, and after moving some furniture out of the way, they get down to the serious business of practicing their sport.
Meanwhile, not far away, the King has just had a great idea for a play, and dispatches a messenger to summon his favorite playwrite.
Well, the messenger arrives at the house, and he can hear this enormous commotion from inside, with shouting and crashes, and he thinks that William Shakespeare must be getting attacked. He braces himself, and crashes through the front door... and lands directly in the path of two groups of large hairy rugby players.
The messenger is pinned to the floor for a while, and he can't move. He does manage to free himself momentarily, before getting trapped again, up against a wall. Finally, he escapes, and returns to the palace as quickly as his mangled body will allow.
The king takes one look at him, and gasps. "What happened to you?" he asks.
"I think," said the messenger, "that I got caught between a ruck and a bard's place."
Happy Friday, Sully. Only here for 4 hours today!! WOO HOO!!!
One final act of defiance to the gods before death!!!
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