They Who Shall Not Be Named (Twisnibbins) VI (Page 42)

I love Mel Gibson!

I'm watching Braveheart - sort of

OMG spokes just said I was cuter than a high school freshman!

I've got to follow that up with a story:

So I was dating this guy who was 18 and I was, uh, not 18 (okay, 28). We hadn't exactly told his parents yet, so one night I went to visit him on the sly, and we took off and "parked" in the back of his truck. So, things are moving along nicely, and all of a sudden there's a really bright light in our faces: "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

I hold a hand up and squint--sure enough, it's a police officer.

"Ummmm ... having sex?" I offered. I figured the truth was probably best (and most obvious). Meanwhile, my boyfriend, who was shy AND young AND whose parents we hadn't told, was mortified and panicking, visions of jail and angry folks running through his head ...

The police officer sighs, puts his mouth to his walkie-talkie, and says, "Nah, it's not abandoned ... just a couple of teenagers having a good time in the back."

I shot bolt upright, and said with unabashed delight (there were some other unabashed things showing too), "You think I'm a TEENAGER?!"

Anyway ... he let us go.

I can do both. I have a pretty versatile tongue.

Man, we're gonna get thrown off this thread or this thread is gonna get thrown off the challenge ... well, just 45 min left California-side for Nibbins hurrahs ... may as well get them in!

ok, I'll bite

did I tell you guys that a 23 yr old tried to pick me up on the last taco ride of the season? - LOLOL

So? That's exactly what I'd expect!!!!

Let me guess ... he was interested in your taco?

LOLOL - you are too sweet!

ROTFLMAO!

ummmm, well, I don't think he was interested in my 'mind'

Scott ... that is because, after all, you are a true gentleman, and you have taste.

I will tell you, though, apparently I look better after marathons than before ... weird but true ... last marathon, my friends and I went out to eat after, and I thought I was a MESS -- dopey, bloated, no makeup, sweats ... anyhow, we get the menus, getting ready to order, I finally look up at the waiter ...

I pop a huge grin, hand him the menu, and say, "I'll have YOU."

He looks at me, does a startled blink for just a moment, then says, "Okay."

His ID said 21.

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mmmmmmm

maybe I need to do a marathon!

Well ... you're warm and shaved and a faithful friend in the human race ...

Okay, kids ... I gotta pack (yeah, NOT PACKED YET and leaving in six hours) ... LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH ... this ain't the end ... the adventure is just beginning.

MWAH and MWAH to you ... and to all the nibbins, too!

MWAH!!!!!

we will be with you on Sunday!!!

Nighty Night!

MWAH!