A turtle has flippers. A tortoise has feet. Now there's a hell of a species differentiation test. And I for one would like any prospective amour to be able to pass that test. Hands, or feet, down. Iffen I slip off a pump I want to see digits. But then, I am a bit of an elitist.
A close friend once dated a girl with webbed feet. Would that make her a tortle? Or just a common garden variety slut? I don't know the answer to that. I do know I would never have sexual relations with her in the surf. If you pissed her off she would be in her element, and have the upper hand. Another friend of mine once had his Labrador Blackberry drowded in the Moon River by an otter. Imagine that. A strapping assed dog drownded by an otter. I think it would be much of the same thing with the web-footed girl. She could get the weather-gauge on you, and drownd you. No sir. I should not partake of that particular slice of plum pudding. I don't like the odds.
Have you been drinking?
Posted by: Belinda at May 28, 2006 3:03 PMWeb-footed girls
You make the rockin' world
Go drown!
This site requires a certain level of alcohol, sure. Why do you ask?
Posted by: Velociman at May 28, 2006 7:33 PMWhen's the compilation of 'greatest hits' coming out? Because, why these gems aren't in book form, I'll never know.
Hmmm. I wonder what you might title it...
Posted by: jmflynny at May 28, 2006 9:33 PMFlynny, methinks it'd be titled "Introduction to Velociholery 101", but I'm just guessin'.
I don't know 'bout webbed feet, ain't never had the pleasure, but that woman in the X-men movie with lizard skin kinda hit the sweet spot for me.
Posted by: RedNeck at May 28, 2006 11:50 PMRN -- with you on the lizard woman. Those spotted chicks from "Alien Nation" also do it for me.
Posted by: Grumpy Old Ham at May 29, 2006 10:29 AMWho are you channelling, Erskine Caldwell?
Posted by: rankin' rob at May 30, 2006 1:07 PM