I love Smoove B Love Man, and am pleased to see that he's developed political consciousness. Here's an excerpt from Smoove's Political Goals for 2009:
Smoove is not a political man. However, during the most recent election, something changed for Smoove. He has found a purpose. A new desire.I will make Michelle Obama my woman, body and soul.
This will be a great challenge for Smoove. I will need to purchase even finer clothes and softer towels. I will have to master the hand-feeding techniques of ancient seduction monks. I must learn compliments that would cause average women to catch fire from the inner flames of desire that the compliments would stoke.
This will have to be handled very carefully. An intriguing note sent with tasteful but exotic flowers, playful chats via text message, and many a sexually charged phone call. And all this will be done in secret, as we work together on my new charity, Smoove B's Homeless Shelter for Attractive but Poor Children.
First Baby, Smoove is coming.
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Scott, Max and Fletcher... you guys crack me up! Thanks for the smiles. - MargaretE.
Did you mean Max Fleischer - Google.
First Beth, then NK, now MargaretE! Just as I was about to assume of this thread that like-mounded chicks just keep getting harder to find, along come three toga'd lovelies to alternately dangle grapes above me, and fan me after my Nero turns/burns above. Fiddle "D" dee, indeed. Just as I thought my incisors might not prove meet to shred the rancid birds of prey served up elsewhere in this fowl-food fair, along come three lady dentists to bat cleanup in affording me molar support! Be assured I love you each as much as the next, and that there's more of me to go around after every meal. The blasts of fresh air you three are earn you an adjustment to the closing line of Orwell's tribute to Gandhi: "How clean a smell they have managed to leave behind."
Fletcher
February 2, 2009 2:32 PM
MargaretE,
Glad to crack you up, dear lady as I'm sure the other gentlemen are.
Now, if Scott, Max, and I could just keep Daniel from getting all up in our cracks ...
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Hey Daniel,
Just say "NO!" to crack!
Lordy, Fletch, Max and I in a three-layer sweet left discreetly atop Margaret's pillow - a trifection! Great minds think alike - and so do we...just call our trio The Chixie Dicks...
Not since the three Israel-bound Russian Jews who apparently designed the air-conditioning settings on our family's Oldsmobile - MAX, NORM and BI-LEV - has a trio so outdone itself in cooling hot heads behind the searing wheel.
And given the renewed snap, crackle and pop afforded Smoove B's mornings thanks to the I-am-Smoovicus shoutouts from his lady loyalists, if he turns even a wee bit smoover than he is already, he may find himself cast as the lead in Three Brides (At Last Count) For One Brother.
As Leon "Laydeeth Man" Phelps* would thay, "Oh-ho-ho yeah..."
*I'll Tim, er, trim those Meadows any day...
i Just say "NO!" to crack!
What happens between you and Fletcher and Max in the privacy of your own bedroom is of no interest of mine. Whether you want to say "no" or "yes" to crack is part of your negotiation.
Jeez, this discussion really has hit the wall. The ditch. Something. Comments closed.