They are universal and a commonly accepted form of communication amongst the highly intelligent citizenry. I am flummoxed by your exclusion, Joe.![]()
yeah...me too. I took a Mensa Test.
WTF!
They are universal and a commonly accepted form of communication amongst the highly intelligent citizenry. I am flummoxed by your exclusion, Joe.![]()
... and that rhymes with Vandelay, Vandelay. Say Vandelay!!!you mean...frageelay
Now just a darn minute hunchie. Sometimes you remind me of the women who would sometimes attend a Tupperware party when I was still selling plastic. They would sit on the edge of the couch, clutching their purses for dear life and obviously trying to figure out a reason to get the heck out of Dodge. I used to call them purse clutchers and they made for a party with horrible sales. I always smiled when I walked in and the hostess was opening a couple bottles of wine. When the wine poured freely, the checkbooks opened up and the money also flowed freely. LOLOL! Anyway, you remind me of the purse clutchers. We may or may be in a downward trajectory but I'm not ready to break out the life boats and life preservers just yet.Update
The HWGA Curse is alive and well.
I've never been called a purse clutcher. That hurt.Now just a darn minute hunchie. Sometimes you remind me of the women who would sometimes attend a Tupperware party when I was still selling plastic. They would sit on the edge of the couch, clutching their purses for dear life and obviously trying to figure out a reason to get the heck out of Dodge. I used to call them purse clutchers and they made for a party with horrible sales. I always smiled when I walked in and the hostess was opening a couple bottles of wine. When the wine poured freely, the checkbooks opened up and the money also flowed freely. LOLOL! Anyway, you remind me of the purse clutchers. We may be in a downward trajectory but I'm not ready to break out the life boats and life preservers just yet.
Sorry about that Hunchie. Just popped into my head after I read your post. I was like son of a gun, that takes me back to my home sales days and just couldn't resist messing with you just a bit.I've never been called a purse clutcher. That hurt.
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