I've had a lot of fun here.
So far I've made a few fun acquaintances, and maybe even might get over being quite so shy online, and go to one of the events ...
Anyway, I wanted to thank all the folks who have been commenting, mostly, I'd guess, in response to my complete and utter sillyness and class clown demeanor.
I suppose I like the attention, but I especially enjoy bringing the mood up a notch, when I'm able.
And little harmless lachivious behavior doesn't hurt one, from time to time ... At least not me, and not on a site like this.
To anyone who has taken offense at my goofy behavior, I mean no harm, and usually, I mean just the opposite.
But being posessed of a cracked ass, I know I am imperfect.
Ok, on to another subject.
I was ever so briefly, but twice, in the presence of a man who needed the most violent bath imaginable.
I have smelled pig stalls with a fresher odor. He was like old gymsocks, left to moulder in plastic, together with yougurt.
Don't you wish your computers had smell-o-vision about now?
I'm not certin why he felt he needed to venture out in public without a proper cleaning, but I'm sure he's got quite a sad story.
In any case, I was about 20 feet away, and he was absolutely rancid, even at that distance.
I said a few words for him, but I think only soap and a fire hose will do the trick. *shivers*
So far I've made a few fun acquaintances, and maybe even might get over being quite so shy online, and go to one of the events ...
Anyway, I wanted to thank all the folks who have been commenting, mostly, I'd guess, in response to my complete and utter sillyness and class clown demeanor.
I suppose I like the attention, but I especially enjoy bringing the mood up a notch, when I'm able.
And little harmless lachivious behavior doesn't hurt one, from time to time ... At least not me, and not on a site like this.
To anyone who has taken offense at my goofy behavior, I mean no harm, and usually, I mean just the opposite.
But being posessed of a cracked ass, I know I am imperfect.
Ok, on to another subject.
I was ever so briefly, but twice, in the presence of a man who needed the most violent bath imaginable.
I have smelled pig stalls with a fresher odor. He was like old gymsocks, left to moulder in plastic, together with yougurt.
Don't you wish your computers had smell-o-vision about now?
I'm not certin why he felt he needed to venture out in public without a proper cleaning, but I'm sure he's got quite a sad story.
In any case, I was about 20 feet away, and he was absolutely rancid, even at that distance.
I said a few words for him, but I think only soap and a fire hose will do the trick. *shivers*