Sigh. Two t-shirts. Did you notice? Men’s clothing can be so . . . so . . . deliciously rumply.
How nice.
Thanks, Cynth!
you like rumply clothes?
you’d love alll my clothes!! 
Umm, yes, Amar.
There’s something about cotton jersey that makes you want to just rub yourself on it . . . and well-worn jeans . . .
she doesn’t mean “rumply” as in unwashed-and-have-been-sitting-on-my-floor-for-the-past-six-months . That’s so not sexy.
Peggy…I’m right there with you on the cotton jersey…mmmmhmmmmm
dude…huhuh…izz said the s-word..huhuh…yeah, yeah, right, heehee, yeah, heehee…yeah, kewl, heehee..
Curly has his own Web Site…
Don’t all rush together now Ladies…
http://go.to/collina
Slan,
D.
Right, “rumply” as in well-washed to that point of being soft and slightly faded, with that smell of sunshine on them, and just . . . umm . . . pushed around a bit.
Dude, this picture freaks me out. 
::sigh:: Wow… what a wonderfully delicious post to come home to. Yeah, rumply, soft and faded, smelling of sunshine and a slight hint of cologne.
Cologne, shmologne. I have my own special scent.
Uh oh, I see we need to clarify something! Only women are allowed to discuss your special scent. I’ll explain.
When women discuss that special scent, they’re talking about the scent detectable only by them which drives them to get you all over themselves.
When men discuss that “special scent,” they’re talking about Stench. Funk. Laundry you have to handle with tongs. For some reason, men just looooove that smell. Women do not.
The former is a clean, yet fascinating, slightly spicy smell. The latter is Ignatius Reilly.
Maybe I was, and maybe I wasn’t. Kind of hard to tell over pixels, isn’t it. I am, for the record, like, totally hip to what you’re talking about per the scent thing, Peggy. It works both ways, in case you didn’t know. Still, I’ll leave you to guess as to whether I was boasting of my pheromones or my socks.
But you see, my dear Nano, we DO know which you were boasting of because men can’t help but boast only of their stench. It’s something they seem to think we women find tremendously attractive. So even if you THOUGHT you were boasting about your pheromones, you weren’t. You were boasting about your socks. It’s all sub-conscience.
And just a note to you all…boasting about your socks is so not sexy
Exactly. It is soooo not.
Thanks, Izz.
Yeah, that’s what you would want us to believe, but we know better!
But getting back to the important stuff, did anyone identify the, eh, nice-looking young lady in Dale’s original post?
You’ve read A Confederacy of Dunces??? One of the funniest novels I’ve ever read. Along with Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
Well, where the heck did he find the picture? That would be a starting point for us to figure out who this little wood nymph is.
ahhh, yes, regio olfactoria nasi, or vomero-nasal organ.
Any time, Peggy.
amar, this is just scary…and obviously not sexy. The least they could have done is rumple their shirts a bit… 