Oh-GC the gin is so smooth I drink it just over ice. The rangpur is actually a lime. Don't tell Bar-bra about all the ice. Not a British thing I suppose.
I think we should set up stations, A Gin tasting station, one for Wine Tasting, Oh my favorite Champagne, and definately a Cognac station, hmmmmmm I'll bring the glasses and Advil!
I've always been a canvas camper but some of the whooses may prefer other accomodations-we do aim to please. Anyone know how to spell whoose? Spellcheck is not happy
I think next we'll need a p'tending trip to a lush tropical island, where we are all waited on by hunky guys dressed only in speedos and bow ties! LOL!
I'm not sure how "pretty foxy babes" you all are. As I remember, no one was willing to wear a bikini on the cruise, or be photographed so we men could check you out. I'll vote with GC.
Since when was loving the ladies a bad habit? I think they're all wonderful, mysterious, desirable creatures (probably because I never had sisters) -- but I will admit that I'm always rooting for the prettiest one to win on Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune or whatever.
I say fair is fair, if we girls can have our hunky guys in speedos and bow ties, waiting on us, the guys can go under their own palm tree and have their hooter girls, deliver their drinks. They must however, give us SOME Attention, after all, WE are their favorite Ladies, right guys?
Yeah, Susan L, those Hooters gals are really just attractive fluff, but y'all are the real stuff! And as my barber used to say, "They're all queens at closing time!".
Hey, that's a country song..."The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time". I know it was a hig hit but I cannot remember who recorded it. I don't want a hunky guy. I just want a sweet, smiling man who can string a few words together and make a real sentence. Is that to much to ask?
Well, my barber has been known to bend an elbow at a bar, so yes, I do think he was referring to closing time at the bar. And speaking of my barber, great guy that he is, I talked him into coming down to our home last week and giving both my DW and me badly needed haircuts. He had lost his wife a couple of years ago after a lengthy and difficult battle with lung cancer, so he's sort of on the same page as all of us here.