With more to offer than David Beckham-a deep brown voice and wonderfully large feet? Forget the money - there s more to life than that. How many more feel the same way? No-way i m going to let mine do that- the village would be swamped with lustful women!
edit: sorry lost the link to the Beckham photos! Can someone help?
Jomamo - you re confusing me!
Hawk - that s more than DB has to offer!
Stormy - is that why you picked that name? Actually i d be on the beat with him if that s what they re doing! No - not as a partygoer!
Mike - you ll have to explain that one pleae.
Haz - that s brilliant - especially the knickers thing - not too many women would admit to Bridget Jones pants!
Hooded Claw - thanks for the link! As for the Dame - well coupled with the avatar - what can one say?
Claw - getting back to the link - a pair of tennis socks? - definately not football socks!
Tank - this could be your moment in time! Go for it! Da da da- da da da da with a bump and a little gyration here and there she might make some money out of you!
Wow Elsie 19 you ve really got the party gear on tonight!

To-morrow- and to-morrow- and to-morrow-
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day-
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out- out- brief candle!
Life s but a walking shadow- a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot- full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

To-morrow- and to-morrow- and to-morrow-
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day-
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out- out- brief candle!
Life s but a walking shadow- a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot- full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
Umm...No- this is a monologue from MacBeth- and my school doesn t offer French- so it was out of pure curiousity.

i just adopted him because i felt bad. but i want to buy him a strut like a pirate and dress him up and get him a little parrot. then i am going to send him off to see in a little boat and trap him in it and monitor him from a webcam for the rest of his life until he runs out of catnip.

okay bye.

To-morrow- and to-morrow- and to-morrow-
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day-
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out- out- brief candle!
Life s but a walking shadow- a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot- full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

To-morrow- and to-morrow- and to-morrow-
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day-
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out- out- brief candle!
Life s but a walking shadow- a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot- full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.