DBP
Cait said:
There’s nothing uniquely “West Seattle” about arguing with DBP. Do it on DBP’s fantasy blog that he’s starting – I’m sure you guys will have fun. Let the rest of us who come here for information, reviews, FYIs and productive discussion (you know, the things listed above where we are specifically asked to keep it West Seattle based and civil) have the West Seattle Blog.
–Thanks for the plug, Cait. I wasn’t going to mention my blog again (today), because I thought it might be in bad taste, but you just resolved that dilemma for me.
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You ladies amuse me, though. Really.
Why can’t you just admit that you need guys around so you can have someone to argue with?
We’ll admit that we’re obtuse.
We’ll admit that we don’t appreciate (or understand) your feelings.
And you admit that you need someone to argue with.
What would happen if we went on strike? It’d be like Lysistrata in reverse.
If us guys finally just gave in and shut up, you’d panic, because arguing with each other just ain’t the same thing now, is it?
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How many times have you and Jan said: “OK, I’m done. I’m outta here. That’s the last thing I’m gonna say . . .”
–And then a guy will say something and SHAZZAM! you’ll appear like the genie in the lamp, all jazzed up and ready to go another five rounds.
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Cait, you did it like three times on the poop-in-a-can thread alone.
Do you really think our memories are that bad?