Hows about the more important type questions/answers? Toilet paper roll in or out? Do you take out the garbage every week? Or does the guy have to? Do you do your man laundry? Can you cook or just heat up meals? Most importantly, toilet seat up or down? How long does it take you to get ready to go somewhere? (You know, your hair, makeup, etc.) Do you view a man as a machine or do you think that sometimes he really does have a headache?
I see toilet and garbage seem to be a hot topic here--these and other inquisitive issues will be addressed asap--stay tuned and don't hesitate to get it all off your chest...
A brief synopsis of "me" to quell the prying minds I have resurrected. First I find it rather base that my ability to operate the toilet seat would be more important than say, how healthy I am. I still walk upright, can run and balance a bicycle for quite a distance. As much as you've fantasized me as a cupcake who hires out her dirty work you are sadly mistaken. I mow grass(sometimes with my gasless rotary), properly dispose of garbage, operate the stove (and oven!) and hang my laundry outside for the original "fresh-air fragrance". My firewood compilation is right up there in numbers and it's me and me alone who cuts, hauls,splits, stacks and enjoys its warmth. I don't have a garage so when it snows it's me cleaning off my truck and driveway--by hand. I enjoy a cocktail or two or three occasionally--that's when I discover new dance moves. I'll light up a cigar when pensive and love green olives right out of the jar. I own more pairs of gloves than shoes, boast long, painted fingernails, and keep a pretty neat sock drawer. I'm a night owl, my favorite color and eyes are green, I was born under the sign of scorpio and the only makeup I use is mascara. I vote every election, roll the T.P. to the outside, will wait on perpetual hold if it means a lower gas bill and wear delayed gratification like a crucifix. I'd love to ride a horse again, vacation in Key West, floor a new Camaro and tell my co-workers today's my last day. In the name of love what have I left out?
That is one heck of a synopsis. I have a question - How in .... do you mange to keep long finger nails , I always seem to mange to mess up at least one per fire wood session.
Remember the gloves I talked about--here I need a new manicure--imagine those up and down your back...
Bringem on , about wore out my third plastic back scratcher this year. Really should just spin a piece of oak and put some nails in the end. might last longer. I get sun burned right through a shirt drives me crazy.
You know Scavenger, if you put that ring on the finger just up above the one you have it on now, you might reel in more potential guys. Around here I think that is how it works!
True, I am not sure such a man-getting-technique is conducive to obtaining a long term relationship. If that is goal anyway. getting a few burgers and beer at a county fair it might work well however! But I doubt Scavenger would stoop to that level! (Oh I slay myself) Teasing you Scavenger, just teasing you. I do so with my wife too every time she tell me she wants to buy this or that which we cannot afford. I just say, "Well I can always drop you off at the truck stop."
so....welcome fall and a brand new attitude from you guys---kick her when she's up...kick her when she's down...kick her all around we'll just see...
The up down part specific the rhythm of the words trigger some long forgotten tune , which I can not place although there is a vague memory of a chorus of females looking exactly alike as a back up to the male lead I think. That's going to bouncing around my skull for who knows how long now - geez.
Oh no, no, no, we are cheering you on. Its just been a gradual let down ever since the word naked! (Your word, not ours!)
