Originally posted by Very RustyCoward!!!
Knowing VR he just doesn't want to call you!
May you have a very Merry Christmas!
May the bird of good fortune fly up your nose & get caught there.
You wanted proof. I handed you the way to get it and you chickened out.
I wish you a rotten festivas, that is just how I feel about you. See ... that is what honesty really means. I don't hide little man. I am in the open ... come on ... pick up the phone and I will again answer with: "VR is a eunuch," just as I did when Trev33 called.
Originally posted by KeggeROFLMAO...
Coward!!!
You wanted proof. I handed you the way to get it and you chickened out.
I wish you a rotten festivas, that is just how I feel about you. See ... that is what honesty really means. I don't hide little man. I am in the open ... come on ... pick up the phone and I will again answer with: "VR is a eunuch," just as I did when Trev33 called.
Have a lovely Christmas!
Originally posted by Very RustyI know it is. I am still waiting. Eventually you'll have finished laughing, only to realize that you still have no answer. Pick up the phone dear, you know you want to if you really are:
ROFLMAO...This is priceless!
1. Having more money than I do
2. Are stronger than I am
3. Raised more children than I have
4. had more meetings with psychiatrists than I have
and on and on ...
I want to believe you, I want to follow you ... but just show a small part of your divinity, so I can truly understand how large a deity you are.
Phone numbers are in the other topic ... as is my personal address.
Mental labotomy comes to mind for the previous last 10 posts.
I mean, come on, I'd shag VR for a million bucks, and I have no idea what his arese looks like.
Ouch! Just got a slap off the wife. 🙁
She said no way. You'd rupture his spleen and crack his pancreas. Ah well!.... That's my lucky million gone. :'(
-m. 😳
George Bernard Shaw to a proper Victorian lady while traveling in a train compartment.
GBS: Madam, would you go to bed with me for a million pounds?
VL: I most certainly would!
GBS: Well then, would you go to bed with me for two pence?
VL (outraged): I mostly certainly would not! What do you think I am?
GBS: My dear, we've established what you are. Now we're merely negotiating the price.
Originally posted by sbacatRich Man to Essex Girl...
George Bernard Shaw to a proper Victorian lady while traveling in a train compartment.
GBS: Madam, would you go to bed with me for a million pounds?
VL: I most certainly would!
GBS: Well then, would you go to bed with me for two pence?
VL (outraged): I mostly certainly would not! What do you think I am?
GBS: My dear, we've established what you are. Now we're merely negotiating the price.
RM: Would you shag me for a million pounds.
EG: Get lost, I'd sooner shag a million men, for a quid each!
-m. 😉
Originally posted by mikelomOnce again I am turning down your indecent proposal as I do not swing that way.
Mental labotomy comes to mind for the previous last 10 posts.
I mean, come on, I'd shag VR for a million bucks, and I have no idea what his arese looks like.
Ouch! Just got a slap off the wife. 🙁
She said no way. You'd rupture his spleen and crack his pancreas. Ah well!.... That's my lucky million gone. :'(
-m. 😳
Fine if you do though! 😛