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And Kleenex, don't forget your unquenchable fondess for Kleenex! :p As for me... "Hi... I'm uh... 6'3''... with... dark, wavy hair... piercing blue eyes... rippled six-pack abs and huge biceps... I like riding around in super-fast convertibles and I'm the captain of my college football...

Never mind... Pep ziffeled me! >< But still... how DID this thread end up becoming the Muppet Central Dating Service?

*Examines Peppi's memory* Hmm... looks faulty, might need an upgrade a gig or two. :p :p In all seriousness, American Thanksgiving is really an under-rated holiday, it's kind of hard to secularize it on the same level as say Halloween or Christmas; sure, stores stock up on pilgrim and...

You see that number 20 right underneath where it mentions I'm lost in my own universe? :p And don't you know it's impolite to ask a girl her age? ;)

:halo: And now we can't even pull it off if we tried because everybody knows about it now! XD When I think about it now though, I think everybody would've seen past it... it's like ever since the whole "I don't like Kathy Greenwood anymore" prank the year before, everybody's got my number...

She will... eventually... just like Rosie O'Donnel and Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton and Britney Spears and Anna Nicole Smith and Sarah Palin and Octomom and Kate Gosselin and... *Gets shot in the face*

Dude, that ship has sailed a long time ago, lol. I don't think anyone still thinks of us like that anymore, though I can remember planning on taking advantage of the idea, lol. :shifty:

We are not, we're just unusual.

I like having my back scratched. Then I like to have it popped, lol. And of course, having my ears cleaned out almost has a rather theraputic touch to it, I don't know why.

I am, but not to the point I'm actually going to ask you privately about the matter - like I said, the whole thing about me pestering you about it in this thread is because I'm feeling even more eccentric than usual tonight and this is kind of like scratching a dog's belly when he's especially...

Besides, the last time I PMed someone over this matter, I was actually threatened if I told anyone, lol. Not that I'm saying that you would, lol. Besides, I'm simply pestering you about it because my eccentric gene is really acting up tonight.

What? And ruin the tension? :insatiable: Like I haven't thought of that yet though, lol.

That's okay... these methods are all cliche, and very unorthodox... and I sure would hate to have to hire someone to tickle you until you wet yourself, so we'll settle this in a more mature, civilized manner... *Tackles Uncle Matt, and starts choking him* TELL ME OR I'LL KILL YOU! ! !

I'm going to have to disagree with you on that - I've seen her acting before, her performance is rather wooden and very forced (as in she KNOWS the camera's there, and hams it up a bit for it), meanwhile I'm not one for country music, let alone most of modern music. I DO agree on the tabloid...

Ah, if the light don't work, I'll be forced to use... *Whips out a glass of water* THE LITTLE DROPS OF WATER! ! ! *Dips hand in water, and flicks drops of water into Uncle Matt's face*

And by "society", I mean like MC and the sort.

Same here, which is why in "society", I can be myself and not be considered a freak. For the most part.

Good for you, because it's no picnic having to go through life being labeled a "pezoodophile" by society.

Ah, playin' hard ball, eh? Well, I can play pretty hard! Ball. *Shines light into Uncle Matt's face* TALK!

*Proceeds to poke and prod Uncle Matt to get him to spill the beans*