>>When referring to sex-starved, you probably meant Zebra...so
thats OK. Z was compelled to call me Twerp, so there must be some frustration building from Z's computer...<<
Mr. Terp,
I did not call you anything, I hope you see the post that (I thought), explained all.
This is really like one of those Faulty Towers episode for sure.....
I repeat, I did not call you a Twerp or anything at all.
I thought that Miss Stevens was calling me a Twerp, (in her message to me, which I did not understand at all). I think I do now since I read her explanation.
Now, given the level of spelling of some... I thought she was calling me a TWERP, she simply misspelled it as in TERP, (could have been fast typing as well).
Now, as to the "sex-starved" comment above, well now, I could really go to town on that one, but I won't..... like hell I won't.
For starters I did not sent ANY messages of such nature to anyone.
I do not suffer of such, as I am happily satisfied, thank you very much.
Now, I believe there may be evidence to the contrary in Mr. Terp's case, as it appears given certain messages that got all crossed up, indeed, even the one above, there seems to be a trace of such sentiment.
And by the way there is no frustration coming from my computer either.... sexual or otherwise.
In closing, let me tell you all a story since we are on the subject of sexual starvation....
During the Vietnam war, they had sent a fresh new battalion of soldiers to do battle.
After three weeks (or so), during the times they were in town, the soldiers were becoming restless, because they did not speak any Vietnamese, and they were all missing their respective girlfriends.
They did not want to go to the local bordello because they were afraid of catching a ... well you know what I mean... and they did not have condoms, nor they spoke any Vietnamese to go buy one.
As time went on these poor soldiers were ready to climb the walls in desperation, understandably so given their sexual starvation.
So the Sergeant Major decides to risk it, and with some imagination he goes to the local pharmacy and goes to the front counter were a pretty girl tending the business is smiling at him.
Our hero, with the corresponding needed courage takes his penis out, and gently puts in on the counter, and right beside it he puts a silver dollar.
The pretty lady at the counter, herself no dummy, quickly understood the soldier's intentions, picks up the dollar and gives him a condom.
The man goes berserk and has the time of his life.
When his done, he goes back to the barracks, (barely being able to walk as his weakened legs allow him), as he slivers through the door, he is able to tell the entire troop his new found technique of getting condoms.
Needless to say, the entire troop rushes to the pharmacy and all in amazing coordination are able to gather by the long counter and everyone, no exception, slam their penises on the counter with the corresponding silver dollars beside them.
However, this time, the owner, a large and powerful strong man is tending the counter this time. As he watches the rush and display of the troop, do their thing, he smiles with one of those, "full of confidence smirk in the face" type of grin. He, very calmly, unzips his pants, and takes his own penis out and lays it on the counter with his own silver dollar, laid beside it.
He looks at every soldier, right in the eye, and announces proudly, "The house wins" taking every single dollar into the cash register.
end.
Z. |
