Phineas G, at Agent Bedhead reports that she’s been trying to seduce him.
She’s been trying to seduce me.
Has she been trying to seduce you?
There’s a hilarious typo in there, too, but don’t tell Phineas.
Share your stories and your links below. C’mon, people. Dish.
Only in my dreams.
Really.
What a bunch of egotists you are, thinking that hot bundle of woman wants any of you.
I know for a fact she comes to my site several times a day just to look at my picture.
God knows there can’t be any other reason for people to go to my site…
I didn’t say she wanted me. Just that she was trying to seduce me. And I wish she’d stop. It’s harrassment, I tell you!
It’s pretty sad, but I have a history of being oblivious to the desparate attempts of women to get my attention. You can call it lack of confidence, but it takes a lot for a woman to convince me that she’s after me. Something like a leg sweep followed by a scissors lock…
Now that you call it to my attention, though, it’s plain that Scarlett is dying to become my love slave. I can’t help but feel sorry for her. I would go to her and try to console her in some way, but that’s just impossible…
BECAUSE OF THE CHILDREN!
She hasn’t wanted a peice of me since I put in for that restraining order. Homewrecking whore.
Amateurs. She already has seduced me.
[Scarlett_in_blackface_w/watermelon_smile.jpg, captioned “You can always tell a lady by the way she eats in front of people.”]
– She was trying to seduce me….but then things kind of fell apart when that “Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn” moment happened, and its been all going down since then…. wait let me rephrase that… Oh nevermind…. If you see her, tell her I still have a pair of her pantyhose in the beemer glovebox…..
– McGehee … May could be your three readers just like to point and laugh….
“[How] else would you explain her going ballistic on director Michael Bay when he demanded she were a bra in a scene in action thriller ‘The Island’.”
– Maybe she would have been happier playing a bra if they renamed it “Twin Peaks”….
TW: bed57 – This touring twit has one mean sense of humor….
Wow! Nice, real nice!
Although now I don’t feel so bad for the “Pork Meat Testicles” crack…
– Jess giving him teh tough love BJ…. tough love… Natures answer to really bad skin….
Geez, BBh, there’s teh tough love and then there’s a steel pipe to granny’s apples….
Oh, well, then again, it’s only that yippee-dippee-okee-dokee guy…
In the movie of your life, Dan, may I suggest you cast SJ as Hot Little Heather?
What? And I’d have turned her down?
Are you nuts? Think of my reputation, man!
Your point being…?
Everybody knows the way to a woman’s heart is through her funny bone.
Good thing for you it’s not through the head bone…
I kid!
“Everybody knows the way to a woman’s heart is through her funny bone”
-Ummmm yeh … They love to laugh all the way to the Mall… Look what say we leave that out of your profile, our company promised you a match, not the miracle of Fatima….
When Scarlett burst in on me and Stacy Keibler going at it, begging to join us, I had to tell her I wasn’t that guy.
It only made her want me more.
Now she just stalks other guys in a pathetic attemp to make me jealous.
Sorry I haven’t checked back in sooner. I caught Scarlett lurking in the bushes outside my window, and I had to convince her to crawl out of there. And then I had to spend the last three hours rubbing calamine lotion on her entire naked body.
What was I going to do, tell her I’d lied about the poison ivy?
– Hmmm….So then you don’t have poison ivy….thats your natural complexion…. Maybe we could change the plan for your profile pic to something more out-doorsy…. Like….Oh I don’t know….Maybe a dense fog……and that other thing….your blowup doll you named Scarlett….think we should leave that “hobby” out of the profile too….just say you enjoy working in plastics or something….
You guys are getting so delusional I think it’s time to get a collective restraining order on Miss Scarlett’s behalf.
riiiiight, maybe first you should tell Ms. Johannson to stop blinking me messages in Morse code.