These are my Jeans.

your groveling for women's attentions has hit a new low.

ha! You have no idea how low my groveling can go...

I need to read this sooner. I was going to say what Jeff said.

My second guess is that you fell for the old, "Let's race across the Sem. pond." gag.

ron, i told you to tell me when we ran out of toilet paper! you don't need to resort to these extreme measures every time you have a point. i mean at least your not smearing your feces on the walls or rubbing your feet in it, but there have to be other steps we can take.

I guess I should be thankful that after our conversation w/ the nurses Friday night, this is the thing you chose to say.

The only thing I can conjure up for that picture are very dirty things indeed. But then, I'm a sick, sick person.