finnegan

How does Superman cut his hair? I'm mean, hes totally invincible. When he gets hit by the laser beams his clothes and hair arent damaged either. So what kind of magic scissors and razors does he use to keep that fashionable hairdo coifed so perfectly? Gilletts new line of krypton face peelers for todays man of action, maybe?

Thanks for the rest of the story Mr. Harvey. OK, don't freak out on me and don't laugh, but even with a damn college degree I can't figure out how to enter a damn journal entry! Help a friend out will ya? I'm in the mood to do some serious venting. It's already the 4th day of 2006 and it's gone from shitty to shittier. Men want no manipulation of any kind. They do not want to read their partner's mind or try to interpret signals. They do not want to be forced to move faster in a relationship than they are ready. They do not want to be manipulated into taking all the blame for things gone wrong. They do not want to be on the receiving end of game playing. So why is it that I follow all those "tips" and still can't get a damn date? Who wouldn't want me?

Under the picture of your cartoon bottom is a link that says update your page. Click it and there you will find a box just like the comment box. Write as you will and click save entry. When you get that I will help you with adding pictures if you like.

CIA???????? See eye eh???????? How come I never heard this story? All I got was pics of men's balls and unknown images of the backs of women's heads, but hey, I know I rate.

The spooks come out at night Finn.

Miss you my friend!

To Webmisty; The Rest Of The Story
I cant believe I never told you that story. Later that same night one of the Russians comes up to me puts his arms around my shoulders and says You know, I saw many things when I worked for the government. I could tell you things.
I nearly shit my pants. no no dont tell me things. Or actually, Nien, nien, sprechs du nicht aus loss.
Luckily he didnt tell me any old Soviet state secrets that would get me killed. He did however; tell me that he used to be some sort of mid level official. Apparently, luxury foods and produce were better than money, drugs, and a big swinging cod for seducing women in them days. He was most certainly full of shit but he told excellent dirty jokes. Trust me, if you can make someone laugh in a language you both only partially speak then you are a funny mother fucker.

1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.'

3. I have one of the lowest tolerances I know of. I can polish off an entire shot of whiskey with Tawny Port chasers throughout the course of an evening and only be naked and wasted six hours later, drooling and saying something about licking walls. God, I miss those days.

7. Did I forget your birthday? OOOPS if I did. I'll just say we're even. I've been meaning to talk to you and the Mrs. about cutting down on your phone calls to me. I mean, it's bad enough I have to read all those emails you send. *wink*

16. No comment......I don't even want to fathom going there. Well, it is quite an interesting thing to ponder.......nevermind.