TALK TO LADY JAY (naughty bits)

Rllgthunder said:

As long as Haggis is the intended victim, I'd be interested to hear the details.

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Don't you have a 400 foot high bridge to be pushed fall from?

Haggis said:

Nope. Football scores.

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Well the only one that mattered was Seahawks 24 - 21 Bengals

Jaycinth said:

Well..DUH!!!!

The Seahawks uniforms are prettier!

The Skins wore a horrid yellow shade that might have been hot on the runway Spring of '06 but went quite out that Summer.

They should have worn white with Burgundy and Gold trim.


Hmmmmmm may be that 'Cray the Carver' has seen the end of a long run...

How do you want it, Cray?

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serioulsy, any uniform is better than the throwback uni's that the eagles wore --- gross.



eta: unbeknownst to you cray the carver has been practicing his skills --- he might be harder to kill now!

I'm not so sure "honing your culinary arts" will do much to save you from the Wrath of Lady Jay.

hey muse,

you win

This place has turned into a freakin' dance recital.

You would prefer a strip show?






What a stupid question.

i'm NOT doing that again! that's final.

One night, Cray is invited out for a night with the guys. He promised his live-in girlfriend that he would be home by midnight. Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down smooth, and before he knew it, it was 2:30 a.m. Drunk as a skunk, he headed for home.

Just as Cray got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times.

Quickly, he realized that she'd probably wake up, so he was quite proud of himself when he thought to cuckoo nine more times. Even in his drunken haze, he fell asleep smiling about how he had escaped a possible conflict.

The next morning, Cray's girlfriend asked him what time he got in, and he replied, "Twelve." She didn't seem disturbed at all, which made Cray feel even better.

She then told him that they needed a new cuckoo clock.

"Why is that?" Cray asked.

"Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, said "Oh, crap," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted."

Uh, Why am I not in the Cabaret?

*hic*

Who moved the mic?

*hic*

Hit me with another TIdal Wave!

Cindy?


Ron?

I ain't kissing that thing. Not even on a bet!

Cray and his General Manager board a train headed through the mountains on its way to Wichita. They can find no place to sit except for two seats right across the aisle from a young woman and her grandmother.

After a while, it is obvious that Cray and the young woman are interested in each other, because they are giving each other looks.

Soon the train passes into a tunnel and it is pitch black. There is a sound of a kiss followed by the sound of a slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the four sit there without saying a word.

The grandmother is thinking to herself, "It was very brash for that young man to kiss my granddaughter, but I'm glad she slapped him."

The General manager is setting there thinking, "I didn't know Cray was brave enough to kiss the girl, but I sure wish she hadn't missed him when she slapped and hit me!"

The young woman was sitting and thinking, "I'm glad the guy kissed me, but I wish my grandmother had not slapped him!"

Cray sat there with a satisfied smile on his face. He thought to himself, "Life is good. How often does a guy have the chance to kiss a beautiful girl and slap his General manager all at the same time!"

nice one!






where am i?

Duh...you're on a train. Aren't you paying attention now?

Jaycinth said:

I will open myself up to questions.

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Good.

Lady Jay, given that God and the universe are both infinite, should I have more coffee?

Jaycinth said:

***runs into closet, emerges wearing a black clingy 40's vamp kinda thing complete with stilletoes, stockings with seams, red nails and lips,

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*Collapses into Goth Heaven.

Oh lord, we've lost Ben again.