My mistake was thinking that women have a sense of humor. I simply told her that the vintage tricycle, next to the antique vanity, would not hold her unless she went on a diet. My comment, though accurate, was insensitive.
2007-05-08 04:12:35
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answered by Brad K 3
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I was the image of perfect health my vanity told me but my diet of caffeine and tobacco revealed my mistake as I looked in the mirror. I gulped another mouthful from my vintage coffee mug displaying my dry sense of humor with the less than accurate phrase "I'M MR. RIGHT". But what do you expect? Years of abuse will take a toll.
2007-05-08 15:34:45
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answered by Anonymous
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Wow that was my mistake for thinking that you weren't being vain when you tell others you aren't going to diet with the rest of the people in your class,Your statement "I am the best looking in this class". Therefore it is accurate to say that your sense of humor is of vintage taste.
This will have to do I'm in need of coffee it is early, I thought I could try it anyway.
2007-05-08 11:23:58
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answered by dvdlevns 3
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FURTHER ADVENTURES IN THE SAND:
The sand was hot and the cool breeze coming off the ocean was not enough to temper the burning soles of my feet...
"ouch!"...."ooch"..."oucha"... I was mumbling to myself as I tried to make it to the cooler, ocean-washed beach, lifting each foot immediately upon contact with the hot, afternoon sand....
"Hey you, better get in here before you need some first aid."....came a voice sounding as soft and sweet as honey from the hive. A hand, from behind this large umbrella, was waving to me to come in it's direction...I followed the voice, landing in the cool sand being protected from the cruel summer sun by that umbrella.
"Wow, hey thanks...I don't know if I could have made it all the way to the beach without getting third-degree burns...I owe you a bit of a "thank you".
"Hey, you're welcome...I just couldn't stand to see you suffering any more like that." "Name's Althea...but, you can call me Al".
"Al, like in Al Capone?"....
"oh geez, what an idiot" I thought to myself..."what am I saying?"
"Ha ha, yes...like Al Capone" she answered back.
"Well, what I meant was....I mean it wasn't (6)accurate to think of you as a, you know...a guy...I mean, I just..."
"I know what you meant"....."you're funny, I like that and I like a (5)sense of humor in a guy."
As my eyes adjusted from being in the bright sunshine and the reflection off the sand, I became aware that I was looking at the most beautiful person named "Al" that I'd ever seen.
Away from us, in the distance, frolicking in the ocean were bathers, wading in the cool water, some perfect specimens, others looking as if they could use a (4)diet. But, none compared to the beauty my eyes were feasting upon just a few feet away.
"Nice to meet you....Al." I said, trying not to stutter too much as I was taken in by this lovely creature that God had bestowed the good fortune on me to meet...regardless of my really dumb (2)mistake thinking I could walk through this hot sand unscathed.
Al looked at me, looked me over would be more like it, and pointed to a large ice-bucket. "That's a nice (3)vintage of Chateau Margaux I have there, why don't you pour us each a glass and join me over here?"
I slowly poured the wine, sat down next to Al and we touched our glasses in a toast to "good fortune and even better wine".
The hand-mirror and Gucci makeup bag that sat nearby Al was a hint to the not so surprising (1)vanity that someone of such beauty and means must have and I was beginning to get used to the comfort of this little oasis I had (literally) stumbled upon.
We talked for a while, we compared our thoughts and philosophy on life, love and chance meetings and we made a promise to see each other again...
a promise I was going to make sure I kept.
2007-05-08 12:27:47
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answered by GeneL 7
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