Cake, you misspelled the word misspelling, hehe. Sweet shirt, though.
My girlfriend saw that picture and the first thing she said was that you were supposed to get a girlfriend to help you take the picture.
And here you thought that girls were noticing you for your body.
I don’t believe you. You said, “Normally when the Shirt takes leave for a few days it can be found somewhere in Mexico having unprotected sex with Beautiful College Co-Eds.” We all know beautiful college co-eds don’t get down on flame shirts. It should have said,“with pretty decent drunk chicks.” I believe the truth looks something like this: Flame shirt, open, with a Zildjian shirt underneath, ironically, playing bass in an 80’s metal cover band with a bunch of other 30-something guys. An ill advised rendition of Tom Sawyer mid-set was too much to take. You know where the flame shirt is. For you are the one who drove it away.
Scrub-a-roo…I see you uh, caught on to my clever time-delay humour uh thingy with the spell…oh, alright you got me. Speling iz fur loozers aniwhey…
Cory, no girlfriend I am afraid.
I asked Mrs. Cake and she seemed pretty set against it.
Fucking party pooper. (I’m kidding Honey!)
“Music is like girlfriends to me; I’m continually astonished by the choices other people make”
~ David Lee Roth
Scrub…
You should see the latest addition to the collection…
Black with:
Red Velvet flames on the sleeves (short)
Red trim ala Bowling shirts (O.K…this looks Waaaaay nicer than it sounds)
and the piece de la resistance…
Die cast moulded silver flames for buttons!
Unfreakingbelievably cool.
Very.
“Flaming enthusiasm, backed up by horse sense and persistence, is the quality that most frequently makes for success”
~ Dale Carnegie
ahh thats where your wrong.
id wear whatever you want me to baby!
p-dog gets all of his lines from previous south park episodes.
All righty then, P-DOG, it’s a date. You can be the metrosexual and I’ll be the image consultant. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll make David Beckham look like a slob. But, you’ll be so drained you won’t care.
is this your idea of role playing?
Well, P-DOG, I know male teacher and hot, horny, young schoolgirl or male loan officer and female applicant who’ll do anything to get a loan are more exciting ideas for role playing, but I thought I should keep my suggestion in line with the subject of this thread.
I’m all ears if you have any suggestions.
wow.
neato!
although i really like the school girl idea. we can stick with your original plan. you see, my goal is to please you. if you want me to wear pink for you, thats what ill do baby.
I like a man who wants to please me. So break out the pink shirt, babee. You won’t be disappointed.
ill break out my pink, if you break out yours…
How did a good thread about Cupcake’s “gay” wardrobe turn into a dating forum. You two need to get a room.
“What the hell is that guy doing back here”?
- Cupcake, upon reading that the dentist is back.
Pretzel dialectic…
Included here is a picture of the antagonized garment and I assure you that although the wearer may have had a well-earned reputation for said “pretty decent drunk chicks” behaviour due to a proclivity for Tequila leading to an urgent need for damp, warm spots, the shirt does quite well on it’s own and if the truth be told closes the deal with greater success when unworn than when it is performing it’s habiliment function.
I would like to think that it’s just a coincidence but it seems to be a fairly regular theme in my closet…
As for the Bass, I am afraid that you are incorrect but as your Zildijan reference inferred, I am a drummer (well, was…) but currently no longer bang out 80’s anthems like “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” and “Hell Bent For Leather”. I swear on the past glory of smoky bars and slutty women that I have never, ever participated in a ill advised rendition of Tom Sawyer. All renditions were quite well advised, it was the execution that sometimes got in the way.
I have to go as you can see my Dentist has finally showed for my 3:00 appointment and if I keep him waiting he pretends to “slip” whilst using the “poker” and the “gouger”. Probably the worst part is him refusing to wash his hands prior to groping that little hangy-thingy at the back of my throat (Oh…uh sorry 'Cake…it’s, um in the way again…pant, pant, pant…).
(Nice to see you Darc!)
“Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society”
~ Mark Twain
For Fux sake, it’s called an UVULA. And we only poke it because it’s fun to watch it dance around when you nip at it with a #15 Hatchet (and yes, that’s the name of one of the 400 tiny mouth-sized tools we use). Don’t make me get out the #20 Gingival Margin Trimmer, or worse, the Gow-Gates Nickel Titanium Endodontic Drill.
'Cake, the only guy that looks funnier than you behind a set of drums is Phil Collins. Although at least HE works out now and then, judging by those 19 inch pipes of his. Now get back to inventing those sugar-free slurpies I wanted from you. I disbelieve your claim that frozen nutrasweet clogs the plumbing.
Today, I felt bad momentarily when I accidentally stepped in front of some butthead’s “mirror” while getting a sip of water. This thread made me forget all about it. Thanks for that. For a while, I was concerned that he might drop his 150 pound dumbells and come after me on those wee chicken-legs. But I digress. Back to the thesis.
Dentally yours, and always will be…
d-man
Darc…
I thought that the governing body of your field had already reprimanded you for “improper use of NO2”…nice to see that you have found a way around the sanctions…
As with lawyers, your communication that includes technical references will undoubtedly be accompanied by a bill. Don’t bother sending it, the check is already in the mail (honest).
Funny you should ask about the FROSTERS (no, they are NOT “Slurpee’s”…Gagummit!)…Stu was inquiring as to the status of said sugar spared sleety sippers…they are on the way via Crystal Light, we have just switched completely over to Pepsi so the efforts of COKE will forever be lost to us…
I can’t believe that you saw me in the gym today and didn’t say “Hi”…and had I known it was you blocking my view, I would not have told the receptionist (you know, the cute one that grins at you when she says the word “swallow”?..) that you were gay.
Sorry.
Next time I see her, I will tell her that you own a Aston Martin Vanquish…even?
"The word ‘aerobics’ came about when the gym instructors got together and said: If we’re going to charge $10 an hour, we can’t call it Jumping up and down’
~ Rita Rudner
(Yeah it’s kind of nice to see a thread that doesn’t piss someone off…yet…)
Oh…an’ here’s the forgotten pic…
ill break out my pink, if you break out yours…
Geez…almost sounds like the American Pie 2 thing.
Yep, sounds like teen dating indeed. ;ppp
How did a good thread about Cupcake’s “gay” wardrobe turn into a dating forum. You two need to get a room.
Whadda ya say, P-DOG, your place or mine?
(Sorry for the hijack, Cup. You know it’s all in good fun. ;-))