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Originally posted by smoothmoniker
I'd assume so. We are. We oppose each other on almost every subject.
-sm
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"I'm a cement mixer
A churnin' urn of burnin funk
I'm a cement mixer ooh boy
A churnin' urn of burnin funk
Hey I'm a demolition derby
A hefty hunk of steamin' junk hey
I'm a na-palm bomb lord
Guaranteed to blow your mind
I'm a na-palm bomb gonna blow your mind
If I can't have your love love
There won't be won't be nothin' left behind"
And you may call me
MS Opponent, SM.
Tomas, I know you are at an age where your mind tends toward just one thing (food!), but I assure you, it is highly unlikely that you will see me and SM with our arms linked on the next cover of Rolling Stone. Not only is he married, he is far too young for me, and I've already had my obligatory fling with a "younger man." The thought of me and SM on a date is rather amusing, though. I can see it now, him dressed in a tux ordering the driver of his limo to stop at the homeless shelter in the worst part of L.A. I come out in my rags with my food stamp card clutched in my hot little hand. We head to the nearest market and use the card to buy crablegs and champaign with which we toast one another in the interior of the limo - a romance right out of NATIONAL LAMPOON!
LJ, your just jealous that two people can agree to disagree and be civilized about it.