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These guys are way scarier than freeze-dried Curly. Now izzarina you should find us a good looking fellow to make up for posting this picture again! :laughing:

In junior high school health class I was taught that one could smell really bad and just get used to it and you wouldn’t know you smelled any different than anyone else. I think it was supposed to encourage us to bathe from time to time. Anyway, nano I hope that is not the case with you. How do you know your special scent is a good one? Has it been verified by a disinterested expert?

come dale, fess up…where did you find this photo??? ive got a gig ive got to play next week and i need a flute player :smiley:

From what I gather, if said expert smelled Nano’s scent and remained disinterested, it means he’s talking about stench :wink:

Ok…I kind of fancy this guy. It’s just too bad that he doesn’t play the whistle :stuck_out_tongue:

Of course. This is a matter of empirical evidence and report. I am so mortified that you gals’d gang up on me like you have. Like, all of a sudden I don’t bathe? Believe me, there wouldn’t be a session would have me if I didn’t. No way I’d brag about THAT.

But then, I’m not like other guys. I’m sensitive. And caring. And yet I still use fewer than three hair products.

Newsflash: Have just donated all my old clothes to charity and have stocked my drawers with cotton jersey and well-worn jeans … :astonished:

I’m proud of ye Izzy,
Having such high regard for a fine specimen of Dublin manhood. Don’t know about whistling but he sings a bit..

http://www.colinfarrell.ie/

and I know that he was a line dancing instructor in Dublin a few years back…(nobodys perfect)

Slan,
D. :wink:

I think you have carried out your duty very conscientiously—how does one spell that word? And if he sings and dances like dubhlinn says, perhaps he’ll be taking up the whistle one of these days as well.

Oh our poor nano, we are not ganging up on you. We think you are sensitive and caring. We just want to make sure you aren’t deluding yourself or something. You are very charming on the Internet but there are additional concerns in person to person contact as you have demonstrated most ably that you are well aware of. I’m sure we all think you smell real good.

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This is true. You really cannot smell yourself to begin with, but after 2 to 3 days, you become utterly unable to smell yourself and completely unconcerned about it. You can’t smell yourself and you can’t smell anybody else, even if everyone is reeky enough to choke the usual well-washed American public. In fact, you kind of start enjoying it.

Although men seem to enjoy it much more than women.

Join the Army. See for yourself.

Yep…it’s those Dublin guys that get me every time it seems. :wink: I didn’t know he sings… ::SIGH!!:: if he weren’t such a rogue, I’d think him to be practically perfect

Thus reminding me that there is something else that goes really nicely with rumply jersey and faded jeans.

Tousled hair, a Saturday-casual growth of beard, and . . . dare I say it? . . . why, yes, I think I just might! . . . anatomy books.

Gorgeous traditional tomes like Clemente’s Gray’s . . . mmmmmmm! Latin and . . . and . . . whatever other language you want . . . but Latin and big and solid. . . and beautifully done . . .

Ooooh!

Ooooooooooh…indeed!

something’s wrong here. these girls here get the hots thinking of anatomy books… :boggle:

That is because we are nurses, amar. Nurses! Lovely white starched uniforms, perky little hats with curling wisps of hair escaping those pesky bobby pins, nylon stockings that make those little noises as we hurry down the hall bringing comfort to those in need.

Don’t forget the antique Graflex 3 1/4 x 4 1/4 format camera stored in its original case, gray woolen socks, mahogany chairs with chipped legs, a Golden Retriever asleep by the fireplace, creaking floorboards, trickling drops of rain on the windows, a killdeer’s cry, a small glass of Talisker on a low table, a broken wicker fishing creel, a pair of Wellies in the corner, back issues of Wooden Boat magazine, the smell of wet earth, the first blooms of hepatica…

Those go well with anatomy books, anyway.

Colin Farrell, anatomy books, and more mention of rumply t-shirts and worn jeans… yum. More reasons to be glad to be home from work. :smiley:

Well, I’m not sure I’d really need the anatomy book—don’t caretakers on large estates wear Wellies?

Ummm, yes, they do. Definitely so.

I was thinking more along the lines of white sand beach bungalows with a sea breeze, palm trees, hibiscus, cicadas, bare feet and filmy gauze mid-calf dresses . . . since that is, uh, where I happen to be at the moment . . . but I can see that there may be other possibilities.

Big fire in that fireplace, eh? (I hope–sounds like it’s freezing–I’m thinking long johns and three layers of fleece.)

And, erm, those are new gray woolen socks, aren’t they?

Let’s just hope that they’re not Nano’s socks…

:laughing: