GRR
 

I thought it was a kilt? And did it have a brass pin or finished button holes? A bespoke kilt? Kiton maybe?

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

That's not a bad thing. Especially at breakfast when the skinny guys don't want to finish their hash browns.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

So do you finish off the hash browns?

First they'll take your porn
 

Sorry. You didn't go to LS, so you don't get to play.

First they'll take your porn
 

But I get to watch. And me being me? partial to Ivy/double Ivies. Like, double H-Bomb? yeahhhhh....

Love that shit.

And I love when the scrappers from like, Touro or Pace like to puff about how they could kick some Harvard nancy boy's ass.

First they'll take your porn
 

No, but I did clerk in West Virginia, so I remember this issue coming up.

First they'll take your porn
 

All these years and you're still pissed about fucking that one up on the bar exam, eh?

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

I'm not fat any more.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

Oh running? how so? howdja do it?

First they'll take your porn
 

Mine too!

Of course, the "better" schools were in the southern part of the state.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

OK, we can accept that you are maybe less fat. But are you still the fattest amongst your friends?

Apparently ppnyc is less sensitive about slurs on her husband than nfh was about slurs on her grandpa. Pity.

We pause from the ppnyc show for this brief public service announcement
 

No offense spooky, cause you know I love you like a brother, but you are my token fat friend. :D

aV

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

just the material you guys have with her resulted in 750 posts yesterday. You need to open a new front?

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

Why did nfh go all bat shit when someone ranked on her grandpa? oh nooo.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

dude, I make this must see FB. holla.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

Aw yeeeeeeah! HOLLA!!!

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

You just like to stir shit up when u out of your cage. My husband is a nice guy. Very patient. ha.

GRR
 

Are (i) his daughters; and/or (ii) Titters, hanging with us?

GRR
 

Speaking of which, I was at a coffe shop in a granola-eating, hippie-infested, leafy hamlet near my summer location (not in TCOTU - sorry for the misleading location tag) and my younger boy bumped into (literally) a man who was chatting with some other customers. He was a handsome guy; he and I made eye contact when I first walked in with my kids (I'm sure I hardly need mention that he TOTALLY wanted me!).

Anyway, it wasn't until we were leaving that I noticed that he was wearing a man-skirt (not a kilt)!!

Looked good on him, though.

GRR
 

come on now, Karenna or whatever her name is is starting to look busted.

***oooh better than me still okay for the haters?

GRR
 

was it a sarong?

Did he offer u a straw? That is as you know, the litmus test.

And you are hot, so of course, goes without saying he was vibing on you.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

I spent a long, long time consuming less calories than I burned on a daily basis. I also tried to balance my carbs, proteins, and fats, avoiding to a reasonable extent trans fats and high-fructose corn syrup.

First they'll take your porn
 

Doggin Lewis LLP once again is leading the 3Q pack.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

Nope. I have many freinds fatter than me, and I now give them the rest of my hash browns.

Maybe ppnyc is less sensitive about her hubby because he likes the pegging?

GRR
 

Tipper is, but she's not drinking at all. And she's complaining about the music.

GRR
 

Honey, wherever you are is the center of the Universe.

GRR
 

Was it like businessmanskirt,

http://www.skirtman.org/jane2.jpg

or more like the Utilikilt?

https://secure.utilikilts.com/Produc...duct_thumb.jpg

GRR
 

Hi!

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

Please enlighten me, o fashion Zegna clad fashion guru.....what is "pegging" am I not hip?

Also. Question for ya. Thomas Pink shirt, not french cuffs but long cuffs, double button. should I fold them up for a f/cuff look? or button two buttons and leave it long.

First they'll take your porn
 

Makes up for the Red Socks' suck, yes? Go Boston, go!

GRR
 

It was definitely more like the Utilikilt. It was that color, and made of a very heavy-duty fabric.

On another note, a Jehovah's Witness just came to my door. Luckily, I had 4 young boys running around and screaming, a large dog licking her child's face and the gardener trying to give me instructions, so all she said was, "You look busy, so I'll just leave this with you." (I said, "Bin liner? Thank you!")

However, she showed up 5 minutes later with some tract in Spanish, and witnessed (heh) the two older boys eating ice cream sandwiches at 10:30 am. Do you think she'll call child services on me?

GRR
 

She looks like she's a good kisser. Score!

Tourists
 

I would think your stomach would soften the blow.

Oh, and pegging. I'll leave it to you to figure out which definition ltl was referencing.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

What the fuck kind of fucked up diet is that?

Tourists
 

who said anything about stomach? I push them at arm's length out of the way. They are leery about some crazy asian lady careening thru. They aren't even sure if I speak English!

I think I know which one. Naw, man my husband is more caustic than me. See my prior posts.

GRR
 

A former JW wrote a story a year ago in the NYT sunday Magazine end page. i forget the word, but he left the Church, say it was "Lapsed", anyway when they come to his door he tells the JWs he is this. They run- guys who leave are the devil. Try it.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

It obviously includes copious amounts of Vitamin Water. Hi PLF!!

Tourists
 

more caustic? so his bodily fluids would dissolve the dildo?

GRR
 

The Jehovah's Witnesses that showed up at my door last Saturday morning got to see a naked RT. I was fast asleep when they rang the bell, and I only got up because the dogs' barking indicated that whoever was on the porch wasn't going away. I grabbed the first thing I could find (a towel) and opened the door, but the towel slipped while the Displaced Dog and I had a little discussion about whether or not he could go out on the front porch and eat the nice woman in the dress.

After I recovered the towel, she gave me a pamphlet on blood. I told her I work in healthcare, but I thanked her for her interest in my immortal soul. She was very nice and not particularly pushy. I took the pamphlet, but I never got around to reading it. I think it got thrown away.

The Displaced Dog and the Puppy (just turned three! can you believe it?) didn't get to eat the Jehovah's Witnesses.

If I can count your ribs, you're sickly.
 

Nothing wrong with that.