Recent content by F.-M. Arouet

Certainly Norway is the wrong place. Cold climes (Boston springs to mind) beget girls with fat legs. The worst of it is that you grow to appeciate them, until they throw their hot fat thighs over your slender male body at night. I now know what frying bacon feels like.

Let us not leave out my favorite poster, Enculeur des Mouches.

"Some say the heart is just like a wheel. When you bend it, it can't be mended." And the pain is not lessened by distribution. It is multiplied by the dissociations. But it is actively assuaged by liberal application of vitamins A and C, the Alcohol found in Champagne.

Associatively, we abhor abominable aleatoric alliteration. But we accept you appointment as the keeper of ET's virginity, whatever might be left of it after twelve years of Jacking. I am intrigued by the two handles Brass and Peternam. Together they might make quite the aristocratic appelation.

I took it in the spirit in which it was intended, hopefully triply distilled. It was actually rather good for an amateur.

If you as feminine as I am young you must be butt ugly. It ended in broken hearts for us both. My only consolation is that she was never quite sure which of us she was communicating with. But hope springs eternal. Maybe Michelle's mom is reading this. My type perfectly. Does anybody else...

Must be subliminal sublimity. If you are a girl, we need to take this offline. No, be-lay that order. I did that three years ago, and it didn't end well. Never fall in love on ET.

Once a jolly scamman posted in a message board Under the guise of a helper he, And he scammed and he scammed as he waited til his his newby boiled: "You'll come a-trading Matilda, with me."

I have more pics of Michelle's mom, but you'll have to look for them down in dear sweet Cassie's thread.

As indeed you should. You were born in a retort.

Larry probably will not remember this, but we sat together in first class on an American Airlines flight where I taught him the art of being piggy. The stewardess, as they were then appelled, was appalled to see me again. "What did you do to my roomate last week? She called in sick the morning...

Indeed, at nearly 70 Larry is quite elderly. It is unsporting to make light of his infirmities. A curmudgeon in high dudgeon.

OK. I am going to get really tacky. At my age, I like the mother better. Yummy. And with a cupcake ready.

Thank you for fostering my end of ChiChatting this thread. The mere mention of the H person would have sufficed, but the near alligatory alleging allegementory allegation that half of ET's registered members are he guaranteed it. Good1, you caused Dr. Mudgins' charges great distress by your...

The multiple poisonality of whom ye spake welcomes all umbrage under his umbra. Brass is indeed an inmate of the high security ward in Dr. Mudgins' Clinic for Dangerously Deranged Traders. And for a fact, Duref was the one who gave him his handle so to speak, chiding him gently, "Quit polishing...