...in Genoa it is now practice to pin a live frog to ones shoulder, stand in the main square and say "bibble" to passerbyes. Giuseppe Pericu, a close family friend, and Armani now secretly own the largest frog farm in Italy.
You could admit to some past fashion crimes. Let's see, did you have layered hair, wear rainbow eyeshadow up to your brow, don an Argyle sweater vest with a t-shirt underneath, or did you do that bag lady thing from the late eighties where you mixed layers of leggings, hippie skirts, gigantic sweaters and scarves?
Why don't you write about how you tormented me via IM when the Colts were down 21-3 and how you had to subsequently eat those words? Why don't you write about that?
You could talk about your strangest sex location, or why you started blogging, or why you haven't come to visit me yet, or your favorite wine, or where you plan to vacation this year, or your dream car, or......
You could always pander to those of us with prurient interests. You know, more swimsuit or bikini pics. I know .. I know .. my odds are slim and none. But a guy can dream, can't he?
Say a little prayer for you. Say anything. Say your favorite color stretch pants. Say She Sells Seashells By The Seashore (3x fast) Say, I told you so.
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...in Genoa it is now practice to pin a live frog to ones shoulder, stand in the main square and say "bibble" to passerbyes. Giuseppe Pericu, a close family friend, and Armani now secretly own the largest frog farm in Italy.
You could admit to some past fashion crimes. Let's see, did you have layered hair, wear rainbow eyeshadow up to your brow, don an Argyle sweater vest with a t-shirt underneath, or did you do that bag lady thing from the late eighties where you mixed layers of leggings, hippie skirts, gigantic sweaters and scarves?
Why don't you write about how you tormented me via IM when the Colts were down 21-3 and how you had to subsequently eat those words? Why don't you write about that?
Tell us your top 5 sexual fetishes, please.
Heard any terrible elementary age jokes lately?
i feel just the same.
You could talk about your strangest sex location, or why you started blogging, or why you haven't come to visit me yet, or your favorite wine, or where you plan to vacation this year, or your dream car, or......
Did the cat get your tongue as well? Do you have a secret you'd like to reveal?
if you had to choose between a slice of chocolate cake, an orange or a sloppy joe which would you pick?
ok. no. really. what's your favorite song right now?
I would like to know, what type of cut up person you were in highschool.. Any juicey stories???
callie
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A little less talk and a little more action can be a good thing sometimes.
Why don't you write about the time a donkey ate your underwear?
Yes Brooke...please share some High School stories!!! Ha. Or you can say you're on your way to Jersey.
smiles...Roberta
Not having a thing to say isn't so bad.
Tell them about the time you dropped the soap.
Tell me more about my eyes.
It's just good to hear the sound of your voice.
I recommend haiku.
Your old shirt, still stained
from that last dinner, does a
fine job wiping dust.
Failing that, you could list the meats you have eaten. That's what I would do.
Religion and politics usually fan the flames, you could try one of those. Or you could roll them both into one and discuss abortion.
You could always pander to those of us with prurient interests. You know, more swimsuit or bikini pics. I know .. I know .. my odds are slim and none. But a guy can dream, can't he?
A weather report from sunny FLA would be nice.
(Especially since it's looking more and more like Superman's fortress of solitude around here lately.)
I can't think of anything to say either. Must be January.
Incredible. With absolutley nothing to say, you still garner three times the comments as I do.
Why do I bother?
Say a little prayer for you.
Say anything.
Say your favorite color stretch pants.
Say She Sells Seashells By The Seashore (3x fast)
Say, I told you so.
Yooou suck!
And if rumours are to be believed... quite well!
!
Do a mini play about the sexiest encounter that you have had with a complete stranger.
Or you could write about television. Whatever.
This one time... at band camp...
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