Goddess like trees :)))

You nearly crushed me with that gut! Why don't you work out or something. Oh Rhett, where are you, Rhett...

Oh Rhett, where are you kitty kitty kitty? The realization of what just happened overwhelms her. She spins and lifts the shirt of Maackia up...A HA! I knew that wasn't merely a gut! Patrick, she yells, get out from under his shirt! She can barely make out PGZ5 and equil doubled over trying not to laugh.They all knew that the plan was coming along better than planned. Suddenly, out of nowhere...........

Prairie and Equil fly overhead on their zipper lines, dropping little bomblets of invasive seed eradicators, and grabbing terry from the clutches of the hairy ape-like Men.

And so, to conclude this "insipid farce":

"Little wooden head" spent the rest of his days rolling through life with his nose to the ground. He never did become a real boy.

Animal control picked up Evil and she was never seen again (although it is said on really cold nights you can hear her chanting something about "Y" chromozones from a beautiful tree in Gippetta's yard.

T3 was arrested for child abuse when authorities discovered that her love child (or is it spawn?)TriffidXX, was locked in a room with a bunch of Hairy men during an explosive episode recreated on British television featuring Mosquitoes from Planet Estrogen and gender bending humor.

Left wood and Maackia were spared further embarrisment by pleading guilty to possessing "Y" chromozomes, And were allowed to continue life as members of the superior Gender..

And Patrick moved back to Mars...

All's well that ends well....

Until one day, the earth became all a glow! What just happened was the exclamation heard around the world! Mars just blew up came the response.

Ah...now all's well that ends well............

Mean while, back in prison, T3 could only sob, because she never got to be superior.

Boo Hoo

But you know, "Tomorrow is another day"

....She thought to herself as she slipped over the fence....to be met once again by PGZ5, equil and liveoaklady.........

That indeed the battle of the sexes had been won by the estrogen team!

And where the heck is liveoaklady to relish in the glory with us as we ever so modestly claim victory?

Back to laundry folks. My washing machine part came in a few days ago and this laundry has had me running up and down the stairs for a few days so far. So much for being a member of the superior race. I think I have some time to scrub toilets again before my guests come tomorrow and then there are those atrium doors that have dog snot on them. I think those darn dogs wait until I clean them to go snot them all up. And then I've got about 400 photos to load into the PlantFiles that have backed up and then I heard a cat hacking so I've no doubt there's a nice warm hair ball somewhere around here waiting to be stepped in.... Like I said, so much for being a member of the superior race when I am reduced to cleaning dog snot and toilets.

He He He

Live Oak Lady is waiting for the right moment to attack.

How come ya knew what I meant, huh?

Now zip it!


And zip that too, it aint Saturday yet.

You mean for the one that goes to work at three?

Yes!

Guy named himself our spokes person? Somebody needs to dethrone him. We have come a long way baby, haven't we??

His name says it all, he has to remind himself and the world, He is a Guy. Pathetic.

signed, Prairie Girl

oops

ROFLMBO!!

Postscript:
And Leftwood takes out his journal, and reads what he had written several days before:

. . . . must wait for right time. Bubble of X's pleasure grow too big. Not need pin to prick. Bubble soon pop, much like goofy way I talk.

Lefty, that excellent postscript looks like a good place to end this farce. I think the womenfolk actually do realize how superior we are, they just hate to admit it. Sort of like not admitting they can't read a road map or don't know which way to turn a bolt to tighten it! That's OK, they don't have to worry much about the real world as long as they have us to take care of things. All they gotta do is scrub floors, fix dinner, bring us a beer, and pop out kids! Hee-hee-hee!!!!!!!

Terry, PartyGirl, LOL, Equil, et al., I hopefully can speak for all the guys in saying that we accept your unstated apologies and your true underlying deference to our vast superiority, and we hereby magnanimously grant you permission to remain on our forum!

Guy S.

Here's your beer, now shut your yap!

Thank you, PartyGirl.
I suppose one more closing comment is in order, for any newbie lurkers out there who aren't quite sure what to make of all this. It's good-natured teasing among friends who all have a whole lot of respect for one another. Nothing more.
Bye --
Guy S.

Awww, Sugah -- now suuuurely you don't mean that, bless yer heart?

Y

Aww hon, ya met me, now what does your fool head tell ya? :o)

I do not remember apologizing to anyone or giving in on anything in this thread. Guy, you'd better watch it babe, or I'll tell Edie.

Lil suthrn lady, you don't hafta give in or apologize verbally, bless your heart -- it's understood!
;-)

Well, alright, everyone knows that men wouldn't live long without women to make them eat right, control their road rage, etc., so I guess you gals are worth something. Just don't ever let it go to your heads!

Now, Tarzan says "Enough of Jane's girly foolishness -- let's get back to trees."

Y

Okay, this has got to be the remake of 'Three Faces of Eve', but with a guy,
ah,
I mean,
The guy,
um,
GUY!!!
yea, that's it !

Okay, Tarzan (?) hope your wearing more than a loin cloth under that there rain coat...

hmmmm,
Now we know why he loves trees so much,
and grunting....

I can attest to the fact that Sir Guy only wears loin cloths. I didn't see any rain coat though........

Oh, for pete's sake! I meant let's get back to TALKING ABOUT trees! And as for Tarzan's raincoat, would you like to see a pic of that wicked LiveOakLady wearing it the last time I saw her? Click on this and take a look!
Hee-hee-hee!

OK, time to get serious now. Tree business!

Pete? Pete who?

One could surmise that Guise was expressing his dismay at the display:

Where's the Quercus?

What was worn (wink wink)...

Or....link link

http://davesgarden.com/pf/go/78300/index.html

http://davesgarden.com/pf/go/77855/index.html

Sure that's not Pgz5 in the raincoat? Afterall, she likes he-men, Tarzan, Especialy after 3:00 pm...

Here I am trying to weasle myself out of trouble and you guys keep egging me on!

Viburnum, I checked that link and you're a bad, bad boy! Patrick, remind me what that 3:00PM deadline was all about? Maybe it really was PartyGirl in the raincoat. The innocent and unnamed admirer was too busy looking below the face to positively ID the perp!

Guy S.

Ah, that's when the main man leaves for work and...
DING,
"Round two"
and somewhere off in another room the music starts to swell....
"What Lola wants, Lola gets, and Baby, Lola wants You!"

Insert TriffidXX for Lola.

Get the picture???

Are we talking Wood or what!

Alright Youse Guice, enough already. Dream on!!!! At least you didn't put that one of the bikini.

No, that's Guy. And the song is Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying, planning and dreaming each night of his charms

dream on, dream on

OH, that's right, LOL, I do have a VERY nice bikini shot of you somewhere. Now just what did I do with that, anyway? Then there was that September thing too! Thanks for reminding me, I had forgotten all about those. How much is it worth to you? Do I hear some pitiful begging coming from New Orleans? Oh, and how do y'all like your new mayor? Same as the old mayor? Hee-hee-hee! Oh, boy, I see her turning red from nearly 1000 miles away! Looks like another Chernobyl! She's loading her gun!

As for Terry and her wishin' and hopin', all of the guys know how bad she wants us! She's cryin' out for it every day, wishin' we all were wearin' those loin cloths she likes so much. Eat your heart out, lil girl!

Then there's PartyGirl, who reportedly now has this little 3:00 libertine personality -- what's up with that anyway? After all, she just sweetly and meekly brought me a beer yesterday and no mention was made of it then. PartyGirl, you'd better put down your homework and come back and defend your honor here, or be forever thought of as Patrick's 3:00 hustle!

Ho-hum. As usual, the hapless girls just can't begin to keep up with us, fellas, even though they try to gang up on us. Reminds me of that old book "Three in the attic!" And thus, the phrase "Superior Gender" came to be. Aaarrrggghhhh!

Somebody stop me before my head is handed to me on a platter . . . I'm really trying to get back to talking trees!

Guy S.

Why you ungrateful, no good, rootin' tootin' varmint! You're mean when you drink.


Patrick *snort* You WISH you had a goddess like me!! 3:00, right, gimme a break. No real man is anywhere near the henhouse 'til after the sun goes down, when he drags his worn, torn, bruised body through that door, only to rise at dawn and work his fingers to nibs the very next day!! Think you could do that for me? It's exhausting work, holding the hose while I dream of ways to spend more money...how are ya at givin' foot massages?

Atta boy Kevin! clap, clap, clap.

Bravo!

Hey--where did my post go?