If this is what hijacking is all about maybe I've missed my calling to be a terrorist.
Brent - were your ears burning? :) Great to see you!! It IS like old home week!
Ricky - either all that talk of walrus undies and slathering hair in Ox Scent scared him off or he's dashed off to find out where the heck he put his pair and he'll be back for Goofy...
Hey Scotty..... what was the question again!
And all it took was High Jacking a thread to get ya’ll to come visit. I wander what happened to Scotty?
Hey! It's like old home week! Hey everybody!
Brent, so true:)
Eureka , all good to see all of you:)
Heeheee... c'mon now, Walrus, we all know you're into that undie business. ;)
Btw, ltns, and great to see you! Talk about a grand entrance! :)
Ha!! I love it!!! How about THEM apples, Eureka! LOL! :)
What I do with my tusks and skins is my own business, period!
Wondering what IAmTheWalrus would have to say about all this discussion about uses of his epiderm, though if he showed up I'd be afraid of what Goofy might do.
Hahaha! I dunno; but somehow I imagine if you took my advice, combed your hair like The Donald and slathered in Ox Scent, it’s more likely she’d just call you Goofy :o)!
But will she call me Big Daddy?
Aw, poor Goof… but not to despair! I have it on good word that the old gal Bertha (aka Big Bertha) has a hankering for narwhals of all types. Although she’s known to prefer the Great Arctic Narwhals, legend has it she’s cavorted with the Great Arctic Narwhal’s southern counterpart, monoceros shrinkus minumus (Lesser Southern Narwhal). I bet if you cleaned up, combed your hair like The Donald, and slathered on an appropriate quantity of Musk Ox pheromone you’d be a shoe in. That or you’d get intimately (and quickly!) introduced to the Musk Oxen of tundra lore…
--Bill
"Eskimo ICE cream pies"
A little redundant, don't ya think?
Bill, I'm guessing after the walrus tusks, mom's not not going to be too thrilled with my meager offering. They don't call me narwhale for nothing, in fact they don't call me narwhale at all.
-- BD
Goofy - that Zappa was a veritable font of wisdom, wasn't he. I think he and I were talking different cream pies though...Eskimo ICE cream pies. Though I'm sure the mighty Zappa would have had a theory on that as well.
Ricky - It's quality and quantity and guess which one trumps. I figure a Louisiana man shouldn't worry none.
I dated an Inupiat Eskimo a few years back while working in Alaska. It’s a definite no to walrus skin undies, but affirmative to the winkie-warming instincts :o)! Now, her mother Bertha still lived in the Nome tribal villages, so she might have knowledge of walrus skin undergarments. I’m pretty sure I can work up an introduction to her mom if this piques your interest, Goof!
LOL.Goof
I have never run into an eskimo up here either...good thing for the eskimo tho.......,according to what Ricky thought I meant. :)
"The closest I've come to an Eskimo is an Eskimo ice cream pie....although admittedly, I've had the occasional encounter with a condom. "
I guess that confirms my theory on Eskimos and condoms.When applied correctly they'll will stop the cream pie. Indeed, that's precisely the point.
I learned it from a Frank Zappa song.
On one Thread, Will boasted about his being 6’-2”. After reading that, I realized there no reason for me to post anymore on that thread or ever visit Canada.
Well it's a big country up here and the tundra is a fair bit away. The closest I've come to an Eskimo is an Eskimo ice cream pie....although admittedly, I've had the occasional encounter with a condom. No walrus skin undies - where did you hear that one from? Al Gore? Sheesh.
Well if anyone was to know about Eskimos and condoms, I'd guess it to be Trish. D'yall wear walrus skin undies up yonder?
After Goofys comment I think Id call it a "Winky Warmer" LOL
Well they do....they call them socks.