Inkara1 said:They're still here.
Inkara1 said:I think he was doing it specifically because the rest of us tried to stretch it out to 4 pages. I don't think this was meant to be another "Wetling's Hideout."
Rob started out life as a straight laced military brat son of an Army officer. His parents and grandparents conspired to force our noble hero into piano lessons at the tender age of 9 with the 'crazed' old woman across the street. Needless to say, learning anything friskier than Scott Joplin was verboten. The music was put aside for a good decade in lieu of wine, women, and workaholic responsibilities. His musical flame was rekindled when his company band needed someone to fill in for the old departing keyboardist. Up to the challenge, he practiced until the magic returned to his fingertips. The next four years saw him playing cover songs with the Blind Dog band. His departure from the company saw him slide back into semi retirement until long term friend TCS convinced him to take a role within the project. The rest is history in the making...
hey man, I like the way he tickles my ivories...and no, you can't seeGato said:Funny...I always thought of Rob as a bass player. I just can't see him 'tickling the ivories'.
tonksy said:hey man, I like the way he tickles my ivories...and no, you can't see
What would Tonk's ovaries be doing in your head? They don't belong there. They belong in her. Your head is supposed to be filled with engineering stuff.Nixy said:Man, the first time I read that it said "tickles my ovaries" (atleast in my head)
If I let him tickle my ivories then he usually tickles my ovaries as a thank you.Nixy said:Man, the first time I read that it said "tickles my ovaries" (atleast in my head)
unclehobart said:mmm... quim and tonic... my favorite drink.
tonksy said:You know...talk of my anatomy and sexual activity never used to be TMI until you knew my partner.