^^^Indeed, Smelly was Michael’s nickname. It was the first thing that came to mind when I read your post. I thought you had used it purposefully; turns out, you hadn’t
No, of courrrse you’re not 120 :doh:………………….You’re only 92
basically, ole enough to be my great, grandfather. Back on Mars, where I come from, it would be unconstitutional for us to even talk online.
Oh, and you better be careful there with the enthusiasm, Mr.Shake-whoever’s-bon-bon. Cause you may end up lovin’ a bit more than just my posts and at this pace, you’ll end up proposing to me before Christmas………………...proposing to get my lousy behind outta here, of course, what else
????
And btw of Christmas, as I was driving back from work, I had a seasonal playlist on and at one point
Up on the housetop came, among many other different tunes. I figured that the lyrics needed a bit of improving. Mike should have been talkin’ to you instead of Jermaine – forget all the girls Erms wanted to kiss. It’s all about all the butts
you want to see. :rofl:
It’s one of my all time favorites. I actually had to do some detective work to dig it up online, but eventually I found it. Was worth the effort, right? It’s that great.
I couldn’t agree more. You’re quite Mikky, quite right. Enough with the :hijacked: But hey, it ain’t my fault. You guys were already funkin’ about; I just came & added a bit more laughin’ powder, that’s all :innocent: Ok, ok, I’ll shut up now :shutup:
*Sneaks outta door quickly*