oh the sweet jones

[David Thorpe]

I feel your pain, If it makes you feel any better, a kilt from Bonnie is worth every minute of the wait.
Probably doesn't help, huh.

[LitTrog]

I used to really like you. Now you're just rubbing my nose in your impending tartan orgy.

All I have is a swatch of fabric from MacMillan's son that I rub longingly against my face every night--and I do not want to imagine what he did to it previously.

No sympathy from me, boy.

[cable scot]

I used to really like you. Now you're just rubbing my nose in your impending tartan orgy.

All I have is a swatch of fabric from MacMillan's son that I rub longingly against my face every night--and I do not want to imagine what he did to it previously.

No sympathy from me, boy.

LT,
Well soon you will have another swatch of tartan to love and hold,and I promise it's honor will remain intact until it reaches your sullied and disreputable hands

And as to my impending tartan orgy...I plan to revel in it with all the Caligua like glory I can muster If my head doesn't explode first.

[LitTrog]

LT,
Well soon you will have another swatch of tartan to love and hold,and I promise it's honor will remain intact until it reaches your sullied and disreputable hands

And as to my impending tartan orgy...I plan to revel in it with all the Caligua like glory I can muster If my head doesn't explode first.

I cannot wait to rub your weathered Gunn against my cheek.



Umm...Call Igula--tell him I'm roman for greener, less suggestive pastures.