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love thy neighbor

Speaking of elimination, my prediction for tonight's AI session is up. The others are up too, for the most part. I hope I suffienctly offended everyone I wanted to offend. If you ever want to despair over humanity, go read the comments on the AI blog. The bottom half of the universe (excluding the regulars like Ian and Mike) vents their spleen there every week. It's a car wreck.

And this is for everyone who sent me a unholyheathenbabykillernazichristophobescumbucket email today.

Because I love you even though you hate me. I kiss you. See, love makes the world go 'round. I know this, even without Jesus telling me so. I know this even though I evolved from monkeys. Love, love, love. Love lifts you up where you belong. Love is battlefield. Love is all you need.

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You Zardoz forsaken realist you! Send some o dat sugar over here.Love is the answer

kumbaya ..... or some such ....

"Love is like a case of anthrax."? I'm trying to think of other "love is x" lines from rawk history & that's all I could come up with (it's from Gang of Four's song "Anthrax). I figure there have to be some real gems out there from the death/black metal contingent. Deicide I'm looking in your direction...

What's love got to do (got to do) with it?

You need to pucker your lips and give a dreamy far-away look in your eyes to complete the 'Love-fest'.

So you're saying you don't like my picture?

I look fat, don't I?

It's the shirt. No, it's the camera. The angle, yea. That's it.

Funny, I was gonna say I think it's a good picture of you.

Roses #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All of my base
Are belong to you.

(But then I again I'm already listed on the "ASV stalker" website)

Since the kiss wasn't for me, I'll critique and give you a reason to kiss me too. You're supposed to look at the cam, not at the picture on the monitor. You waited for a good hair, day, didn't you?

Love hurts.

Whatever, michele! You look hot and stuff. Kind of makes me want to give you more carrots.

The loooooooove boat

Skillyz (SMFRSF): I was looking at the cam. And I was thinking of YOU the whole time and how I want to smother your Red Sox loving body in wet kisses.

And then I thought of Yvonne and her carrots and I had to turn the cam off.

Love hurts.
Love stinks.
Love is strange.

No matter how I tilt the screen, I still can't see any cleavage.

And I don't think you're any sort of a bucket.

Michele you look hot. I'd hit on you if I wasn't pretty sure it would creep you out.

You don't look fat at all. You look really cute and luscious.

This naked disregard for the potential damage to the amour propre of certain female commentors I find troubling.

Man, I should sign onto AIM more. Comment sections are no place for sexy talk. Especially when it's forbidden, nasty, inter-squad NY-Boston fan naughtiness.

Nice pic! I think you're pretty hot! :)

Love to love ya, baybee.

One of the best movie lines ever was from "Patton" said after the slapping incedent - Next time I'll just kiss the son of a bitch

And this is for everyone who sent me a unholyheathenbabykillernazichristophobescumbucket email today.

So ... what you're saying is... not everyone sends you emails with links to penis cakes?

No...that would be only you, Carin.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

penis cake.

All the Love You Need

And yes, you look mah-velous.

Man, I get hungry just looking at it ....

Great directions for that cake pan. "You'll want to grease that Big Boy up before you put the batter in".....mmmmm.

Michele, the question should have been - does this web cam make me look fat?

The answer is a resounding NO. Love your hair, by the way - that's about the way I've been thinking of cutting mine again.

And finally....you get the most interesting email of anyone I know.

Lucky.

"I GET IT!"
"99 luftballoons""?
Right?
RIGHT?

A kiss is great...but I was hoping for more cleveage.

Michele, I may not agree with about half of what you post here (Yankees? sweet geez.), but you still rock, lady. You will stay firmly entrenched on the blogroll

Love back, from one of them crazy religious nutjobs.

[/blatant asskissing]

and a lovely pic, by the by.

OK...so how long before you get this email:

SHOW US YOUR BOOBIES!!!

Don't say you weren't warned.... ;o)

That is the Power of Love.

Digging the pic. ;)

Huh? I thought you stopped blogging...

And why are you slapping your chin? ...

[Actually no one evolved from monkeys. The theory of evolution teaches us that we evolved from a yet-to-be-found(in the fossil record) monkey-like creature.]

From your (very) infrequent commenter and frequent reader…

Absolutely lovely picture… You should really post more pics.

Thanks for your Easter Bread recipe.

And finally, to me, you are absolutely perfectly proportioned.

Mwahhh!

WOW!!! You really ARE Italian!

i'm a long time reader of many blogs, including yours. this post is the first time i've ever felt compelled to comment, so forgive the following distasteful flattery. just want to say i appreciate your sense of humor and fearless personal openness. if there was--as there should be--a blog award for smiles-per-visit, you'd be the clear winner in my book. thanks for being a breath of fresh blogosphere air!

btw, the pic is classic. nice

In the words of toy train enthusiast Niel Young, "It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down". That's not to say you let me down. Just that cold bowls of chili suck.

Good thing I didn't force you to come in here and eat my cold chili then, huh?

Love, look at the two of us, strangers in many ways

Love the pic - all I can say is you're definitely the hottest unholyheathenbabykillernazichristophobescumbucket blogger I've ever seen...

Awesome! It's great to finally put a face to a blog.

That is a really fine picture of you, Michele.

Love lyrics:

'Love is blindness
I don’t want to see
Won’t you wrap the night
Around me
Take my heart
Love is blindness'

U2

'When I woke up the rain was pourin down. there were people standin all around.
Something warm flowing through my eyes. but somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said. hold me darling, just a little
While. I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss. I found the love that i
Knew I had missed.'

Pearl Jam.

And this is for everyone who sent me a unholyheathenbabykillernazichristophobescumbucket email today.

You have an irrational fear of Christo?

We at scaredmonkeys love beautiful Island girls who are decended from us. It makes us less fearful of the future.

Wow.

You have an irrational fear of Christo?

It's just not possible to have an irrational fear of Christo. Any fear would be totally rational.

I was going to say what Lesley said. I do, however, have a fear of orange curtains.

Man, they come outta the woodwork when you post a pic. I should dust off the cam and blow a kiss back.

Nah, no way I'm gonna top Yvonne's carrot boobies.

Love is like oxygen.

The photo, uh...well, I don't think 15.2 ounces is going to be sufficient.

Ahh, that's better. See ya in about twelve hours.

I've given it some serious thought and I think that I'm going to name my first son Christophobe instead of Christopher. Of course, we'll call him Chris for short, but for those elementary school teachers who insist on using his full name on the first day of class to take role...

That is one beautiful pucker. Nice! I like it. Possibly the best electronic kiss ever.

Of course, while I am looking at this picture, my mp3 player (set on "shuffle") starts playing "Poison" by Alice Cooper:
"I wanna kiss you but I want it too much; I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison..."

What are you trying to tell me, Vince?