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Briefs, or boxer briefs. I drive. A lot. It's best when one is driving, and having to stop, get out, walk around, get back in the car, and repeat ad nauseum, to have the lads kept in the same basic spot. I'm perfectly fine with boxers for lounging about in, and do so regularly sans anything else (such a snow), but not for day-to-day existence when car seats are involved.

See, I have frikken 28" thighs that are not soft and fat like some guys. When the lads go a-wandering, I am in for some pain.

And those thighs are sore as hell right now. Ouch. Walking sucks. But I did squat with a 405# barbell for the first time ever Thursday night, so I'm okay with my legs screaming every time I hit the steps. Unfortunately, as I live in a three-story townhouse, I get to be okay with that particular sensation far too often...
 
Something very weird happened I got a pop up saying I couldn't see this page because I was offline ... I could see all the rest just not this one!!
 
the monkey is back

table dancing has recommenced, I shall be here all night having fun and losing clothing as I go...:heart: I have missed you all more than I could possibly express, and you can ask bj I have been reading the last 12 pages with silent giggles and smiles that are distracting customers:D I love all the pizza talk, and I of the opinion that there are different types of pizza for different people, to each their own, love you all but I must get back to the dancing, my hips wont stay still
 
Can you do the lambada? the way I do it has folks walking off the floor in disgust! anyway I am in a silly mood I just figured out how to post a link lol (duh blonde!) never mind Leon likes blondes *lambadas off stage left to see if Leon is within backroom dragging distance*
 
Briefs, or boxer briefs. I drive. A lot. It's best when one is driving, and having to stop, get out, walk around, get back in the car, and repeat ad nauseum, to have the lads kept in the same basic spot. I'm perfectly fine with boxers for lounging about in, and do so regularly sans anything else (such a snow), but not for day-to-day existence when car seats are involved.

See, I have frikken 28" thighs that are not soft and fat like some guys. When the lads go a-wandering, I am in for some pain.

And those thighs are sore as hell right now. Ouch. Walking sucks. But I did squat with a 405# barbell for the first time ever Thursday night, so I'm okay with my legs screaming every time I hit the steps. Unfortunately, as I live in a three-story townhouse, I get to be okay with that particular sensation far too often...

Wow. I might be convinced, by this, to become fixated on thighs. *fans herself*
 
Can you do the lambada? the way I do it has folks walking off the floor in disgust! anyway I am in a silly mood I just figured out how to post a link lol (duh blonde!) never mind Leon likes blondes *lambadas off stage left to see if Leon is within backroom dragging distance*

Yay for you, UYS! Barkeep, may I buy this woman a drink? :D
 
Wow. I might be convinced, by this, to become fixated on thighs. *fans herself*

I have gotten comments on my legs before. Mostly they are along the lines of "Damn, your legs are thick" or something like that. Then I had someone ask me for a pic, so she could see. I snapped a shot without thinking much about it, as I had shorts on, and sent it. I utterly ignored the fact that the shorts were essentially black boxer briefs, and, well, the shot was probably a bit more racey than I expected.

Yeah, I felt real bright after that...

:eek:
 
I have gotten comments on my legs before. Mostly they are along the lines of "Damn, your legs are thick" or something like that. Then I had someone ask me for a pic, so she could see. I snapped a shot without thinking much about it, as I had shorts on, and sent it. I utterly ignored the fact that the shorts were essentially black boxer briefs, and, well, the shot was probably a bit more racey than I expected.

Yeah, I felt real bright after that...

:eek:

So you still have this picture? :p

Sorry. Heehee, couldn't resist! Just moving through the forum with my feather duster, straightening up, making sure the bar's still stocked after all these breakdowns. Maybe Laurel and Manu came in and drank all our absinthe!

:rose:
 
So you still have this picture? :p

Sorry. Heehee, couldn't resist! Just moving through the forum with my feather duster, straightening up, making sure the bar's still stocked after all these breakdowns. Maybe Laurel and Manu came in and drank all our absinthe!

:rose:

Check your PM's :devil:
 
Good morning, everyone. Well, I'm back and have been cleared to cardiovascular myself into exhaustion. My heart performed wonderfully without a single pvc flutter to stir the pot. upbj's song must have worked a great magick along with all of your well wishes and bothers. I adore you all.

It doesn't mean there won't be spells of arryhthmia and gasping, it just means that with diligent monitoring, I can rev the engine and not be afraid that the fuel pump will fail. Good news!

UYS are you still rolling around in Cheffington's shorts? Looks more like a mouse... or heaven forbid, a hamster :cool:.

Now hold on, everyone. I need to go back a few moments and address this discussion about what's rolling around in my shorts (which, by the way, are currently a pair of pale blue boxers with the likeness of Alfred E. Newman emblazoned across my arse and the "MAD Magazine" logo in large letters across my ...ahem...mouse). And Champie, now that your ticker has been cleared, let me be the first (actually the second--naturally Leon was the first, isn't he always?) to say that what's rolling around in my shorts would set that ticker of yours a-thumpin' and a-bumpin' and a-rockin' and a-rollin' so that your doc might actually reconsider the recommendation that you no longer need to watch yourself (although I might actually like to watch yourself for you).

No, really, I'm not braggin' here, but my (MUCH) younger wife hasn't complained yet, hasn't gone out to purchase mousetraps, doesn't pack the shorts with cedar chips, and certainly doesn't need a glue trap or some little blue diamond-shaped pill to unleash the beast.

A mouse? A HAMSTER????? What about a crocodile? Or an anaconda? Or a frikkin' great white shark?

Well maybe a squirrel. Or a ferret.

But a mouse? A HAMSTER???

It's enough to send a guy back to his therapist.

And let's not even go to into the "size doesn't matter" dialectic. Saying that size doesn't matter to a guy is about par with asking him "so, when DID you stop beating your dog?"

Now I certainly don't have 28-inch thighs or anything like that, and they certainly aren't hard as oak trees (well, actually...), but I'll have you know that even at the tender age of ...ahem... over sixty...I'm damn proud of the crocodile...er...ferret in my shorts.

But a mouse? A HAMSTER???

Actually, truth be told, it's probably a Kirby cucumber.

HAVE I DRAWN A GRAPHIC ENOUGH PICTURE BY NOW???

A discussion of what rolls around inside my shorts without first-hand knowledge is a kin to a pundit trying to analyze Barack Obama's actual campaign platform. It's just so hard(!) to figure out without some serious research, which, by the way, I'm all for, for whoever wishes to begin the process of research (and development?).

And UYS, I never did get the answer. Was that you rolling around inside my shorts? With a mousetrap? Or a flyswatter? Or a Louisville Slugger? Or a Fender Jaguar?

Yeah, maybe it's a Fender Jaguar rolling around inside my shorts. That'd be cool!!!

Or maybe it's just a jaguar. Ouch.

And by the way, could this discussion be a little too delicate for the faint-of-heart lurkers out there who read but never identify themselves, who might now be scared away from the bistro forever? Could we stamp indelibly on them a look of abject horror? Or perhaps leave a bloody imprint on their poetry DNA? You lurkers know who you are. Come out, come out wherever you are, and make yourself known. We won't hurt you. We're just simple folk who accuse the overly sensitive chef/poet of carrying around a rodent where his serpent ought to be.

Hey Beej, how's THAT for a recruitment poster (or a marketing slogan?) for this groovy little watering hole?


I wouldn't take the chef too seriously. He's just sort of free associatin' on what (or who) might (or might not) be rollin' around inside his shorts.
 
IFFFFFF I had been rollin' around in your shorts you wouldn't have to ask believe you me!!! and Pandora if you want to see some hunky thighs (and cute bottoms) try watching some English (or Welsh) Rugby players in motion pwahhhhhh ..... you will never be the same again!
 
Perhaps that is just what the doctor ordered, UYS. That and a morphine drip placed directly into my heart, please, barkeep.
 
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Thank you.

NOTE: I did not send the pic I referenced above. I no longe rhave that photo. Sorry, ladies. And Shanks.

Darnit, you shouldn't have told! I was gonna pretend we were um better acquainted! :)

I've been reading this huge online compendium of quotes. I just read these three and totally cracked up.

And besides -- it isn't the principle of the thing, it's the money!
~Daffy Duck

Nice girl, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.
~Foghorn Leghorn

I think you're pretty tough, don't I?
~Daffy Duck
 
awwwwwwww me quotes gone me claim to fame .......

No no, I've saved it; I can't leave that line up for too long or I may be in trouble.

On the other hand, I may be the only human on this board who has never received an unsolicited nekkid pic.

I always have to beg. What's that about?

bj
 
No no, I've saved it; I can't leave that line up for too long or I may be in trouble.

On the other hand, I may be the only human on this board who has never received an unsolicited nekkid pic.

I always have to beg. What's that about?

bj

I haven't either. Maybe we should get a "pay it forward" naked picture trend going. :)
 
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