I say you will have to fight me for her. I always have had a thang for intelligent, beautiful blondes, and she most definately qualifies.
I love to read Ann every Thursday - makes the week worth the effort.
That would entail some very, uh, stimulating pillow talk, eh, Skip?
You can’t have her, PB. She’s MINE! ALL MINE!, I tells ya! We can duel it out with 1911’s at twenty paces.
Pillow talk? Mheh-heh.
Ann (in sultry voice): “Bring that big bad neo-con salami over here, Skip and lets ...”
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I need a cold shower!
Typical men, even a stellar commentary written by a women can become equated to sex. If I was a feminazi I could be angry. However, the equating of a body part to a uh, large piece of meat (delusions of granduer) have me laughing too hard.
Ann knows we’re just foolin’ around. I still want to marry her.
I’ll bring it up with her (the subject of “Skipper”, that is) next time we talk. She does have great eyes.
Skipper,
She’s mine and you can’t have her. ;)
How about a Colt Single Action Army at 20 paces? Don’t have a 1911, but I can let you borrow a Colt SAA. Considering the object of our admiration, facing death is definately worth the reward.
As for cold showers, I need one everytime I see her or read her works. Otherwise, shudders