Thank you, one and all, for putting up with 500 installments of my hot air. A special shout out to Star, Dylan, Asisson, and JD for giving me so much to ramble about.
Oh, well. Time to start on 1000!
God Bless, and thanks for being friends!
(For today, the avatar gets changed. Got'ta do Frankie if I'm Chairman a da Board! Italian thing.)
You did it, Wef! I'm so excited for you!! You will now find out what special priviledges the board members get! Don't tell the other members now. I like the special avatar. Us Italians got to stick together!
Mz- you know you don't want to lose me. I still haven't decided on a name.
D'OH!! Many apologies! I forgot you clarified that a couple of threads ago. I'll just turn my attention away. Give me some kind of "IMPENDING FLIRT" notice.
Oh man!! Wef! Your cruisin, first the religion thang, and now your dissin the King! Just because the poor guy was found with his **s up in the air eating a peanut butter and bannana sandwich...give the guy a break he's still The King Of Rock & Roll.
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Sometimes, when i'm lonely... i crawl into a laundry basket and tickle my ears. But, Some times I don't...
I am a hopeless romantic. The girl that winds up with Dylan gets a guy that likes to give his girl flowers for no reason other than he loves her. He loves to write her songs, so she knows he is thinking of her...
uh oh...I am starting to talk about myself in the third person...Not a good sign.
(Just kidding, I wouldn't give my husband up for the world. He picks me wild flowers and writes poetry and mkaes me jewerly and makes me supper and cleans the house. What can I say, I'm a simple romantic.)
Ray, you are familiar with the term mass production right?
We would just have to sell them overseas.
if there were only 4 sandwhiches, there is a good chance you and I would eat one each and then we would have to sell the remaining two for way too much because we are splitting the money, right?
No one really knows how much of the sandwich was left. We could make hundreds, cut them in half, eat a couple of bites and sell em. Thailand, China and Bangcock for starters. Then we could break into jewelry of half eaten sandwiches. Little gold Elvis last meals. We could even turn them into 500 piece puzzles. Then create a board game with little half eaten plastic red, green, blue and yellow peanut butter and nanner game pieces. First one into slumped-over Elvis' hand is the winner. Followed by the winning sound of a toilet flush with Hunk a Hunk of burning love playing in the background. Since there's no way we'll get the rights to the Elvis version of the song you could sing it. Then we could open a restaurant serving nothing but peanut butter and nanner sandwiches.....oh the possibilities!!!!