Resize your Doom Patrol pic. It takes up half the screen.

Invade Britan?

Dwayne Ferguson
http://www.whatashock.com
"There is no wisdom or virtue in seeking unnecessary martydom or deliberately courting persecution..."
C.S. Lewis

We could have a lot of fun if everyone else offered their own way to end the opening in the title.

JB-)

...massage my bunions?

calculate the value of pi?

...sit down at the front, I can't see a thing.

...smurf my smurf.

Why, yes. Yes I can.



frank :-{>

...kiss my grits?

...three women at once?

Brendan Howard

Brendan wins!

...stop talking about my wife's rack,... or mine!?

Edited: OOPS! Forgot the question mark.

...stop squeezing the Charmin!

But I do have another GREAT starter sentence! BACKSTORY!
Had an annoying butterbar (Second Lieutenant, the lowest rank of officer) whilst I was in the Army. She was fresh out of ROTC, and really had no clue what went on in the real day-to-day Army, even though she was "in charge". Of course, with my big mouth she had it in for me from the start, and I couldn't seem to get past my own mouthing off to stay on her good side for more than a week or so at a time.
After one particularly spectacular "co-thrashing", with about twenty people in our platoon watching, I said, "Lieutenant, did you ever stop and think....?" and I walked away!


DADDIO

The hamsters are getting jealous...

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You are a god among insects. Never let anyone tell you different.

...Turn your Fax on.

But I do have another GREAT starter sentence! BACKSTORY!
Had an annoying butterbar (Second Lieutenant, the lowest rank of officer) whilst I was in the Army. She was fresh out of ROTC, and really had no clue what went on in the real day-to-day Army, even though she was "in charge". Of course, with my big mouth she had it in for me from the start, and I couldn't seem to get past my own mouthing off to stay on her good side for more than a week or so at a time.
After one particularly spectacular "co-thrashing", with about twenty people in our platoon watching, I said, "Lieutenant, did you ever stop and think....?" and I walked away!

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I think they take their brains away when they give them that commission and only give them back when they get their tracks. (if they've behaved themselves)

There is, of course, the eternal debate: West Pointers, OCS'ers or ROTC'ers? Oh the horror......

At least the West Pointers had some vigor injected into them, combined with intelligence. It didn't always make the difference, but....now that I think about it, I met two ROTCers that were pretty cool. Two out of....



DADDIO

Partial conversations, the snippets overhead in passing, can be strange and sometimes scary.

Case in point: A few years back I went out to dinner with a flock of people from a Con I was attending. Among the party were Bernie Wrightson and his ladyfriend, Joy. During one portion of the evening Joy got to talking about how Bernie got along with her son. Seems she had been married to a guy who went by the nickname "Satan". Her son and Bernie got along so well, she said that "now he calls Satan his 'other daddy'."

At precisely that moment one of the waiters stopped at the table with a fresh basket of bread.

and THAT was the basis of the majority of "Three's Company" episodes!!

"It's just like that episode of Three's Company, where there's a misunderstanding..."

- Chandler Bing (from an episode in FRIENDS' first season)