Storm Cloud.

[Rumple Foreskin]

while that might be for some...ill just take an ego stroke?

For you, anything.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[Guest]

For you, anything.

Rumple Foreskin

see? such little effort and you've made two chicks chirp
oh ok.. you made me smile

my hero!

 

[cloudy]

Since I'm not on the invite list to Sarahhh's Astroglide Get-Together For The Elevation of Cloudy's Mood, there's no way I can bestow on Cloudy that special thing all real women long for above all else:



http://www.beantownphysio.com/images/foot-massage.jpg

A FOOT MASSAGE.

Rumple Foreskin

Do you know, no one has EVER done that for me?

I you.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Do you know, no one has EVER done that for me?

I you.

It's a great loss for the folks in your life.

Vella,
Little effort is one of my few stong points.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[yui]

Big sister, I will ride to a potentially ineffectual rescue, if it will help. I am small and weak, but I can be fierce. And I will listen, if it will help. I will tell you that when my cowardice overwhelms me, aspiring to your courage makes me a better person, if it will help. I am your friend, if it helps. I will tell you to believe, as I do, that you are beautiful and brilliant and so much more than the sum of choices made for reasons forgotten. I will tell you he doesn't know your true value and he doesn't even know that he doesn't know.

Tell me what you need, sister, and I will try to help.

Now, the joke:

There were three guys traveling in Africa, a Frenchman, Japanese, and an American. They are captured by a tribe of fierce headhunters. The witch doctor says to them, "We are going to slaughter you, but you might take some comfort in the fact that we don't believe in waste here, and that therefore every part of your body will go to some use. We will weave baskets out of your hair, we will render your bones for glue, and we will tan your skin and stretch it over wooden frames for canoes. Now we are going to allow you an honorable death, so I will give you each a knife and allow you to say some last words before killing yourselves."

The Japanese guy yells "Banzai!" and commits hari-kari.

The French guy yells "Vive la France!" and slits his throat.

Then the American guy takes the knife, pokes holes all over his body, and yells, "There's your fucking canoe!"

 

[cloudy]

Big sister, I will ride to a potentially ineffectual rescue, if it will help. I am small and weak, but I can be fierce. And I will listen, if it will help. I will tell you that when my cowardice overwhelms me, aspiring to your courage makes me a better person, if it will help. I am your friend, if it helps. I will tell you to believe, as I do, that you are beautiful and brilliant and so much more than the sum of choices made for reasons forgotten. I will tell you he doesn't know your true value and he doesn't even know that he doesn't know.

Tell me what you need, sister, and I will try to help.

You've helped, I promise.

Now, the joke:

There were three guys traveling in Africa, a Frenchman, Japanese, and an American. They are captured by a tribe of fierce headhunters. The witch doctor says to them, "We are going to slaughter you, but you might take some comfort in the fact that we don't believe in waste here, and that therefore every part of your body will go to some use. We will weave baskets out of your hair, we will render your bones for glue, and we will tan your skin and stretch it over wooden frames for canoes. Now we are going to allow you an honorable death, so I will give you each a knife and allow you to say some last words before killing yourselves."

The Japanese guy yells "Banzai!" and commits hari-kari.

The French guy yells "Vive la France!" and slits his throat.

Then the American guy takes the knife, pokes holes all over his body, and yells, "There's your fucking canoe!"

sounds about right. And one for you:

An indian was standing on the corner when this woman on her way way to work passed by. The Indian raises his hand in greeting, and says, "Chance!"

Everyday for a whole week, the same thing happened. As the woman would walk past, the Indian would raise his hand, and say, "Chance!"

Finally, she couldn't ignore it any longer, stops, and asks, "You're an Indian, aren't you?"

He nods.

She says, "I always thought Indians said 'How!'."

The Indian says, "Already know 'how'. Just want 'chance'."

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

You've helped, I promise.





sounds about right. And one for you:

An indian was standing on the corner when this woman on her way way to work passed by. The Indian raises his hand in greeting, and says, "Chance!"

Everyday for a whole week, the same thing happened. As the woman would walk past, the Indian would raise his hand, and say, "Chance!"

Finally, she couldn't ignore it any longer, stops, and asks, "You're an Indian, aren't you?"

He nods.

She says, "I always thought Indians said 'How!'."

The Indian says, "Already know 'how'. Just want 'chance'."

Score two points for the Cloudy-unit.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[sack]

Cloudy, you're always in my thoughts and prayers..

and here is a little double acrostic poem just for you:


C loudy, just ignore the statiC
L ive a beautiful life, as in a noveL
O vertake the negatives, toO
U will prevail, I know yoU
D oubts will fly away on a clouD
Y ou are the light in the evening skY


Thanks for being a blessing in so many of our lives!

Sack

 

[cloudy]

and here is a little double acrostic poem just for you:


C loudy, just ignore the statiC
L ive a beautiful life, as in a noveL
O vertake the negatives, toO
U will prevail, I know yoU
D oubts will fly away on a clouD
Y ou are the light in the evening skY


Thanks for being a blessing in so many of our lives!

Sack

thank you.