The Official Answer the BB Banner Thread!

You post 'em, we'll answer 'em here.

Starting with:


Hey Harps!! We love you!!

 

I know it wasn't in a banner, but I really haven't cracked up. I was rather enjoying walking around naked and alone. I'm ok, W_C. Really.


And I'm not white! Silly people.

 

Monkey Jedi!! Did you see me when I was naked?

 

harpoo: not really

Whitey: i am kinda tired but not really

 

Thanks for trying, Harpooooo!


-JR

 

Cathy: What're you offering, babe?

 

What's she after...?


-JR

 

She wants my space for rent in my signature.


Edit: Good to see you again, btw!

 

Ah, gotcha.

Good to see you to, my friend.
Interweb cafe for a bit, near my home.


-JR

 

Excellent!! So you're on for a bit, then?

'Cause I'm multitasking.

 

Harpuah: Yes, it does, doesn't it? But my signature says "-This space for rent-" which is much less dirty.

 

Depends on what the space is, Bri....


-JR

 

Indeed. I have much less space to rent out back than I do out front.

 

I'm guessing that yard out back hasn't really seen much action.


-JR

 

Not a bit, actually. Completely uncharted territory.

 

See, I don't mind if a lady wants to gently put a well placed finger into my back yard, in order for her to tease the perineum plant from beneath the surface. Because interestingly, it can lead to wonderful flowers erecting and spurting upwards with great force in the front garden...


-JR

 

So I've heard. And, quite honestly, I'm willing to let the right lady experiment in my back yard as well. I have no issues with learning and trying new things. Alas, I don't think there are any takers. I can't even rent out my front right now.

 

This IS disappointing, Bri.


-JR

 

Damned frustrating, that's for sure.

 

Frieda: Thanks!! Glad you like 'em.

Pulsy: You never answered my question!!

 

Pulsy: Glad you approve!


W_C: Parade sounds like a good idea. Of course, I can't twirl to save my life....

 

Knightwriter: We were beaten this year by a team called the Anteaters (from my father's alma mater, coincidentally). The Anteaters, for cryin' out loud!