The Shoutbox
Oh please God let him be talking about chicken fingers. (I'm starving right now)
Just sit right back Sades, and I'll tell you a story. A story about fingers.....
I love the word "randy." I don't like "naughty" as much. Naughty is naughty. Randy is, well, really funny, for some reason. I love the randy smilie, too -->
I'm feeling randy, baby...YEAH!!
WEEEEEKEEEEEND!! Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo! How are we all? Sexually repressed? Brilliant!
Yeah baby...Yeah!
Well, I don't really join 'em. I'm not the type for sexual innuendo. If it's particularly funny/amusing, then I can't resist, but otherwise, it ain't my bag. But the rest of you can feel free to Austin Powerize The Shoutbox a little bit.
There ya go, T. Roll with the punches, can't beat em' join em'...when in Rome...you get my point.
Well, that's part of the reason it was created, so I can't complain.
Sorry, T. You'll have to get used to the Shoutbox being a forum for repressed sexual energies...
as for warm pouches...