Gnome Ann....you have proven your skills worthy of my personal admiration. For quite some time I wondered just what your actual value to society was and must finally admit that your pshop skills, and of course the GED behind them, are outstanding and possibly the best I have seen.
Congrats to you, my friend, and everyone here that, once again, made the Alley an internet version of the Okefenokee.
Gnome Ann....you have proven your skills worthy of my personal admiration. For quite some time I wondered just what your actual value to society was and must finally admit that your pshop skills, and of course the GED behind them, are outstanding and possibly the best I have seen.
Congrats to you, my friend, and everyone here that, once again, made the Alley an internet version of the Okefenokee.
Doh....yep. He knew that it would get to me....and the fact that the turd he was attacking deserved it and more....does not release Gnomie from the fact that, for years, I got most of my prepubescent sexual satisfaction from National Geographics and my sisters Barbie collection.
Gnome Ann....you have proven your skills worthy of my personal admiration. For quite some time I wondered just what your actual value to society was and must finally admit that your pshop skills, and of course the GED behind them, are outstanding and possibly the best I have seen.
Congrats to you, my friend, and everyone here that, once again, made the Alley an internet version of the Okefenokee.
Feels good here.
Clark, you give me too much credit. The GED is not yet in the bag but thanks to you I have a steady job and it's not far off.
Your woeful yearnings for the Okefenokee are surely driven by a desire to interact in the most disgusting of manners with the genetic aberrations spawned within the putrid peat bogs. Your drive is worse than that of Errol Flynn, who in the latter stages of his debauchery was reduced to searching for red headed midget triplets who could both tap dance and regale him with fancy magic tricks. His insatiable lust for the bizarre is only exceeded in history by that of your own.
Welcome back into the swamp you dirty twisted little man.
Last edited by No Man : February 22nd, 2008 at 12:59 PM.
Doh....yep. He knew that it would get to me....and the fact that the turd he was attacking deserved it and more....does not release Gnomie from the fact that, for years, I got most of my prepubescent sexual satisfaction from National Geographics and my sisters Barbie collection.
The fact your sister had the only Barbie collection that would stick to the wall is well documented in North Texas lore.
The fact your sister had the only Barbie collection that would stick to the wall is well documented in North Texas lore.
There you are my little feral friend...thanks to the fact that Ken was gay and once her legs were opened there was no going back....I often found myself wondering if she would still be there when I reached middle age.
There you are my little feral friend...thanks to the fact that Ken was gay and once her legs were opened there was no going back....I often found myself wondering if she would still be there when I reached middle age.
She is. I am. Ken is still gay. Legend grows.
You are indeed fortunate that Texas is one of the few jurisdictions in which thoughts like the above can be communicated. But then again, it's why you live here............
