I won't play but I will put you on a cookie incentive program.  If you win I'll make you cookies!!! They can be double chocolate and look like Cleaveland Steamers (sorry Bob, it is a good name).  Yeah I know it is lame, but lets face I'm a lame sort of person who completely lacks athletic talent.  It's my most indearing quality and I make a mean cookie.  You know you want them!

No, I meant Holly. . . Holly Bejesus to be exact. . . sweet girl. . . but has that odd pest problem.

What about bribes of a sexual nature?  I'd be willing to donate Mike's services.   :hump:

SEGMENT 2:
bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.
j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli3: thats it.
bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
bloodninja: Goddamn am I hard now.


Heh!