Pooh says: Ha. Ha. Note the huge ass laugh coming from Pooh. Not. Hrmph. First you attack my love for Nick, and now you're making fun of me? How juvenile. I'll have you know that the reason why I can't "ever do anything short" is because... um... :blush: Nevermind. Not going there.

Hilda says: Zzzz. Zzzz. What? Huh? Oh sorry, I must have dozed off there hearing you talk about 'wonderful' Nick again. Wake me up when you find a real man under the age of 40 who is worth my time. I know you have trouble dealing with being the oldest Fecta, but you must stop this obsessing about older men just to make you feel younger.

Pooh says: Hrmph. Funny. I think I just broke a rib. Hey, my wonderful, lovely, sexy sexy Nick may be old (k, seriously, he doesn't look it and I want his genes because I'm starting to wrinkle. not good) but he IS a "real man." Very experienced. Errr. Hey, at least I'm not robbing the cradle. Besides, I'm only 24; I'm not on my deathbed. Grrr.

Hilda says: Well, this topic is boring me. Not that that should be any surprise when it concerns you. I have, afterall, read Awakenings.

Pooh says: Wow, Twin. You never cease to amaze me. You're actually pretty funny today. Looks like someone isn't going to get first or second dibs on Parts 8 through 567. Tsk tsk. BTW, I seem to recall a Favors that needs to be continued. And what was that thing about Frogs or something?

Hilda says: If I wouldn't have been booted last night, I would have had a really good comeback for that. But the frustration of fighting my ISP has taken all thought processes away from me. Speaking of which, I'm off to read that long thing you sent me.

Pooh says: Don't bother. It's not any good, although I personally think it's a great magnificent spectacular masterpiece with cherries and a nekkid HA on top. :P La la la. But you know what's better than mine? YOURS!!!! Dammit! Finish Favors already, and while you're at it... FROGGIES!!!!!!!

Hilda says: Can't you ever take 'no' for an answer. Wait, from conversations with HA I know that you can be very persuasive. No more of that dumb frog thing. I swear, I need to stop showing you my ramblings before I turn you completely insane. Reading my stuff has dropped your IQ a few points.

Pooh says: Nothing wrong with dropping a couple of IQ points. Not like I need those extra points anyway... seeing how incredibly muy inteligente I am. Heh. I say, bring it on!

Hilda says: Oh, so am I supposed to refer to you as 'Oh great wise one' from now on? Or maybe you're just another Yoda. With your fetish for older men, he should be right up your alley.

Pooh says: Oh man. Stop reading Alex sexfics, I must. (Hehehehehe) Thought you wrote something else, I did. Bad Pooh! But hey, you're right about the old geezer fetish, and seeing how old Yoda is... *evil grin* I'm telling you, you really need to get one for yourself. It's so liberating.

Hilda says: Odd you are, I will admit. But with the Yoda speak, excellent you are. And now back to English. Rereading that, and I'm not even going to go there. You make it way too easy for me.

Pooh says: That's too bad. You should have gone there. It may be the only opportunity you have. It's not all the time that I make it so easy. Well, actually... I believe in second chances... I'd normally make it hard, but I'm saving that for you know who. La la la.

Hilda says: Again, all this talk of making it hard and Pooh being easy has my mind wandering in 'PG' territory. I feel like I'm stuck in a bad smut fic. Cue cheesy porno music. (Bow chica bow wow).

Pooh says: Is there any such thing as a bad smut fic? Oh wait... I read a couple tonight... hmm... Pooh tries to write Part 8... computer breaks... Pooh calls computer guy... You-Know-Who (sorry, so many hotties on my list, it could any or all...) enters wearing computer guy uniform... "What seems to be the problem?"... EasyPooh! *snicker*

Hilda says: Ya know, I think they have a word for that. The habit of calling up someone to have them 'fix' things for you. Just be sure you leave the proper amount out on the nightstand. And don't write a check for any services rendered.

Pooh says: Actually, I don't need to leave anything on the nightstand. I've got a signed contract with all my guys and I pay in easy monthly installments. Of course, it's also satisfaction guaranteed, and you know I'm never that. :)

Hilda says: Yes, we all know you can be quite hard to please. And given your penchant for the elder segment of society, it's amazing you can even get close. Any chance I should be looking into funding stock in the little known Viagra industry?

Pooh says: DUDE!! Just because they're "old" doesn't mean they don't know what they're doing. And let me tell ya, they're really good at what they do. No chemical aids needed here, chica. Besides, my "geezers" are very mature, as opposed to being... *cough* premature *cough* ;)

Hilda says: Sorry it took me so long to respond. I can't believe we lost 3 or 4 comments that were truly funny. I just can't recover from that loss. I used up all my fun and witty comments and they're gone. Poof. Sorta like my mind. Grr.

Pooh says: Hmm. Interesting. For once, I agree with something you say. *evil smirk* But you're right... those were some really funny comments we had up until Geoghettos decided to screw us over. In fact, we've been screwed over so many times, I'm surprised I didn't at least ask for dinner first. I'm cheap, not free, capice? Not to worry, though... we're two of the most corrupt people around... the innuendoes should be flowing pretty soon. ;)