Wow...

Hannah wrote:Men, so easily distracted by things that jiggle.

That's exactly what I was about to say.

Anyway Doc, let me know what your research digs up.

I have sent it to J to build it. She is better equipped to deal with it.

Joe Smith wrote::oops: I have sent it to J to build it. She is better equipped to deal with it.

I didn't realize you were so easy to fluster, Mr. Smith.

Good to know.

I really don't know anything about womens undergarments. Other than I like watching them be modeled.

I can however unlatch a 4 hook bra one handed in under a second.

Joe Smith wrote:I can however unlatch a 4 hook bra one handed in under a second.

Men. Always in such a hurry.

Holister wrote:This is the Lazlo Society ladies, not Victoria's Secret. Can we please change the subject, especially since a minor is involved.

Seriously Holister? You can spam threads with innuendo about Ron and my's relationship but you can't handle a little bra talk? Guess what, minor or not, Hannah wears a bra. So if you don't like the converstation, skip this thread and stop posting here.

Doctor Boggs wrote:Heh, only here would folks haze a professional hitman.. err woman? Hitgirl?

Just saw Kick Ass.

You can definitely call me Hitgirl.

Ron is not allowed to see that movie. He just is not. Ever.

Whatever you say, Big Daddy.

Oops, sorry, that should be Sugar Daddy.

lol - did you ever make it to Ireland? I am running low on Redbreast

The trip was delayed, Mr. Smith. While I prefer to visit Ireland in the spring, this year the trip has been pushed back. There are other matters more important to me that must be addressed first. Right now I'm looking at departing the first week in June.

P.S. I sent you a PM.

The hell I am!

That's a whole lotta spite, Sugar Daddy.

I don't expect to find the tomb occupied. I have other reasons for wanting to visit it.

It was fun while it lasted but I'm back home again. All my business in Ireland is completed.

I wonder if I'll ever be back?

After the Jet leg clears, I'll start relating what happened.

Vacations rock.

Seriously.

Like this past one I took in Ireland along with our good friend, Dr. Boggs. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun.

Heck, we got into a bar fight within an hour of getting out of the airport.

WE DIDN’T START IT!

I didn’t mind that the guy kept staring at my cleavage when he was talking to me. I didn’t mind the crass innuendo he considered flirtation. I did kind of mind when he tried to grab my butt however.

Being the gentleman that he is, Dr. Boggs sauntered over and suggested that perhaps the young man shouldn’t man handle his ‘niece’. When the young mans retort was less than gentlemanly and his buddies started to circle around my traveling companion, I knew it was time to act.

I dislocated the guy’s shoulder, broke his jaw and his nose and even if he is still capable of having children, he won’t be attempting to make any, any time soon.

Well, okay, maybe I did throw the first punch but a pre-emptive strike isn’t really starting it. It was going to happen at that point, either way.

Now his buddies weren’t quite as drunk so it generally took less pain to convince them that messing with me wasn’t a good idea. Unfortunately their flying bodies banged into a few other guys and things sort of dominoed from there.

Twenty minutes later, Dr. Boggs and I were slipping out the back while the police were storming in the front.

“That was fun,” I panted as we ran off down the back ally, “too bad we can’t get paid for it.”

Dr. Boggs had a gleam in his eye, “maybe we can, my dear. Maybe we can.”

Ah, Irish beer, it is my ninth favorite beverage.