Friday, June 16, 2006

Proof



Proof, if any were needed, that women are different.


at 3:47 pm

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6 comments:

monty said...

Jo, park your not short horse and replace sarcasm for literal. Breathe and relax.

I liked you better when you drank, even though it was Chardonnay.
If you must drink it search out a bottle of 2000 La Crema from California. Think vanilla and cream.
Mmmmm. Treat yourself.

June 16, 2006 4:14 pm
jnuts said...

Judging by looks alone, she should consider herself lucky he had any kind of stand with her.

June 16, 2006 7:26 pm
Quindigo said...

Pffft. Who needs more proof? I've got boobs!

(as a side note, my uncle has had a CRAZY ass stalker for close to 10 years now. He's moved to Florida, gotten a restraining order, she's been arrested, and keeps finding him and his new number every time he moves. We're starting to think of her as part of the family after all this time...)

June 17, 2006 1:42 am
Sultan said...

I wonder if she is single now? Maybe you can dig up her phone number for me when she finishes her little vacation?

June 17, 2006 8:51 pm
monty said...

Jock, I'm sure she reversed on to him when he was drunk.

Quindigo, what's with all the moves? Harder to hit a moving target? I can't fucking keep up.

Loach, I passed her your address. You'll see her sooner than you think.

June 17, 2006 10:32 pm
Sweary said...

I hate to burst the proverbial bubble, but women are all the same. Personally, I've been stalking Bob Geldof, Colin Farrell and Jenkins the Janitor for years. No one's noticed yet, alas, but I've got some great pointers now.

Expect to see me on the news any say now! Ciao!

June 18, 2006 12:39 pm

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