frye@cuuxb.UUCP (frye) (10/03/85)
Barrowing the old "b" machine again. Just read an article from Jamie. I wonder...If he's wanting to wear dresses...The guy must be from Scotland. Warning! Stay away from me with them damned bagpipes. Those things stand the hair up on the back of my neck... Oh, bye th' way, they be kilts, lad. A man won't be found dead wearin' a dress. An' don't be wearin' the colors of nary a clan but, yer own, if'n ye knows what's good for ye. Younguns these days, ye got ta be tellin' 'em ever'thin'... Hope ye be havin' a fine day... Tom McFrye(8-)
micci@nvuxg.UUCP (D M Dennee) (10/07/85)
I feel the most feminine when: - I wear short, silky robes - I wear my SO's shirts - I wear my black rabbit jacket - I read COSMO while taking a bath I feel the most masculine when: - Changing the oil in my car - Working out at my health spa - I carry cases of beer, buckets of ice, and racks of glasses at my weekend bartending job. - Playing sports Micci Dennee ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't have time to think of a cutsie quote............... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
frye@cuuxb.UUCP (frye) (10/08/85)
I reckon as how I feel most masculine when I chew some Beachnut er some Redman while I skin out a buffaler or a bar. The too, I kinda feel masculine when I tilt a jug o' good corn squeeze er when I was fightin' in th' war. The big un, ya know. Them injuns just kep a comin' and a comin'. Damned preverts! Oh, almost clean fergot, I feel masculine when I spit some o' that terbaky juice on somebodies fresh shoeshine. I feel masculine when I don't say nary a word when the ol' mule bites me. I jus' pick up a singletree and beat 'im up with it. The bastard bit me on the right cheek o' my keester last time. 'Course, I bit myself in the left cheek. Gotta find a new place to store my false teeth sos I don't sit on 'em no more... Ya'll come back now, ya hear? Tom (the ridge runnin', tailgate sittin', fence climbin', ol' Jaybird.) Frye Time ta mosey on down ta th' saloon fer a touch o' panther piss. Lord, I'll be glad when Ol' Fuzzy the barkeep gits s'more good storebought sippin' whesky...