I much prefer talking of pudding ,

woot , thread killer , i win

they say the worst thing in life is for your mind to betray you , let me tell you both thats a load of horsehockey . when your mind goes , chances are you dont even know it . When your body betrays you , its like being trapped in your own personal hell with no possibility of parole .sad part is , thats the high point of my last 15 years of so . I think thats why i get so cranky when people whine about **** , that is so small , when you take it all into context.

remember the great whites ? well there once was this great white , how was the biggest meanest great white of them all . But his lady great white was expecting there first little fish . this made him think .WOW life as a shark sucks , to many damn fisherman , so he hung up his fin and decided to try life and a regular ole fish , and one say when he swam to the fish factory , fate reared its ugly head , and by the end of the day , his poor little trout back was broke in 3 place and and his right fin was nearly yanked off . Was better to be a shark i think .

bah , least you both have your health , puts you one up on me ,

if your gonna dream might as well make the most of it

and yes i admit it , i am a deeply distrubed man ,

Now there is a dream made in perv heaven , TR and Prncs . a kiddie pool and 50 gallons of pudding , oh my ,

once again we interput this thread for a message from pervs are us ,

She would marinade me in pudding , woot , always room for pudding

I can cook too , its dancing that i struggle with , go figure .

every since the hatchet post , i try t o avoid bringing up the subject of cooking around prncs , she scares me at times

kinda curious how close i got ,

One Man by Sav incoming

I will never ever ever ever again date a vegan ,

hell i wont even charge you for this sage wisdom ,

I know what kinda man you should date , its simple really

I dated a tree hugger once upon a time , she was vegan , into all that kinda weird poetry you had to be stoned or starving cause all you had to eat was 3 blades of grass and a cricket to understand ,

Not to do yoga silly , to learn the art of the sensual massage . I am sure some yoga place near you offers it .

Was from a poem i think , Ode to my **** if i remember correctly .