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The former Gators will understand why I opted out of the Greek system. But, every last one of my closest friends were in a sorority. And the first guy I dated was president of his fraternity (I had NO idea at first.). I rather liked being the "floater". It always served me well; and saved me money.

I don't want you to. I've felt many different breasts. Yes boys, the rumors about what the girls do on their side of camp is true (J/K). It was a fun thing for some reason growing up. We girls often grabbed each other's na-na's as a way of saying hello. In college, a roommate of ours decided to get her's done--a present from mommy & daddy nonetheless. She offered them up to be thoroughly inspected before and after. Both were nice. I definitely prefer the feel of real--and she had a really nice job too, mind you. Plus, I hear some women loose sensitivity in their breasts with the implants and frankly, that would just suck. The great news for both boys and curious girls is that after a woman has them done, typically she's very eager to both show them off and have them felt. B is for beautiful, baby. I shall always be perky and never look slutty in a low cut T. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I vote for "Night Jump" since there were many two-name options anyways. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Definitely don't go for "Nyla" which reminds me of a bad Britney Spears oops. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Exactly.

No way. But I might take a big mole on my nose to be 20 points smarter. Then again, there's something beautiful and relaxing about simplicity.

It's like Cosmopolitan... Men like to read it when it's on the table and no-one is looking. They might even take a quiz or two. Some even send in a letter. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Nope. I'd just get a good moisturizer.

I'd rather just chop his balls off.... I mean him have a vasectomy. I was under the impression this drug was already available in other countries??? I could be wrong--it's been a while since I read something about it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

You suck. And I even know that joke---but this one is new. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I might have you fight me anyways for them, just 'cause it's fun. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Black liquorice/black jelly beans, etc. Yuckie! Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I agree with almost everything you said. I'm also curious about the numbers. I remember reading somewhere that the writers said the numbers didn't mean anything. If so, that royally bites. I don't believe in coincidence. Hurley's bad experience with the #s, the guy repeating them, the bad luck, the winning lottery, the numbers then being the same ones needing to be entered, not to mention the same #s engraved on the outside of the hatch, the same #s on the outside of the shipwrecked boat (from where that one lady in the woods was from--and whatever happened to her? Did she just go back to living in her little hut?). If it's true they just chalked up the numbers to coincidence, then I'm outie. Billy and I have already said just before the last episode we'd only give it three more episodes and if we were still pissed we'd stop watching. I don't mind skipping to the end of this book: ie: not wasting my time watching the in-between seasons and just finding out whatever the "mystery" was in the last couple episodes of the very last season--or better yet, reading about them after LOST if finally done. It's like a bad movie right now; where the storyline leaves so much out, doesn't flow properly and is just full of retarded action to keep you busy watching something so you forget there's no point to it. And the bunny thing in the previous episode really made me . I'd also like to know what became of Michael and Walt. Two more episdoes. If something doesn't satisfy me soon, I'm done. Life is too short to be so frustrated with something that's supposed to be entertaining. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Opened thread. Posted. Must...work...tomorrow. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Big kitties--particularly lions. I volunteered once at a big cat sanctuary and got to touch/interact with them for the first time. I was shocked at how coarse & curly their hair was. I was expecting it to be a bit silkier & straight. Really cool!

Ahhhh, good ol' Derek--never hesitating to very quickly put to sleep a perfectly good pussy...cat. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Billy actually had that exact same idea--before he went all practical on me. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I swear I remember reading an article...a woman who was divorcing her husband who lived downstairs and they had two very different accounts of their sex life. Come to find out, she'd been going down there while she was really sleeping and having sex with him; apparently the sex was better than anything she'd had lucid. EDIT: Google didn't turn up the article I remember, but I asked Billy and he remembers the story I heard---he thinks we saw it on the local news. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

Hmm....I don't really have a word I don't like...but sounds. Billy makes this fart sound that annoys the shit out of me. He does it when our dog sometimes emits pheromones and I say something along the lines of "Ewww. Gross. I'm covered in pheromones." And then he makes that sound. I hate that sound. Sad, but true. By the way, I thought neutered pooches didn't do that. Cruzer acts like he's just committed a mortal sin when he "accidentally" does it. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

I stand corrected, Wendy. Billy came home tonight and had a new story for me along the lines of: Hey, you know those renters who speed all the time? Well, I saw the one the other day and found out where they worked and spoke with their supervisor. Just now I saw the car driving and it was driving sooooooo slow.

This is EXCELLENT! Infallible. Sneaky, but polite-- Like the cable company representative that politely explains how they plan to screw you out of a 3-hour block of time in order to fix their error.

Yowza, Wendy. I'm a caring neighbor, not a private eye. I'm not looking to catch them cheating on one another or video them removing their neck-brace when no-one's looking. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.

But then they couldn't enjoy the view. Seriously, this house has the best property on the street. On one side is the marsh. And in the back is a lake that flows off the intracoastal. My house is across the street and a few houses down. No marsh. No lake. Just a fabulous view of everyone else enjoying their fabulous view. But, really, just seeing others happy makes me happy too... Didn't buy that? Juuuust teasing. I'm very grateful for my home and all its side-of-the-next-door-neighbor's-house views. Paint me in a corner, but my color comes back.