This is beyond the pale. Here I am humbly offering domestic pet training tips to my friend BKG and instead of gratitude and sexually suggestive responses, I'm being pelted with insults by nickle shavers, frog stompers and/or assorted chicken spankers. It would be enough to drive a lesser man to drink...more.
Fortunately, I'm impervious to the outrageous slings and arrows of insults, jibes, barbs, innuendo, accuspicion and the occasional court summons. A result no doubt, of clean livin' and gettin right with Jesus. Or graft. But for legal purposes I'm goin' with Jesus.
The point is, this is BKG's thread and it's about wimmin, not about the venomous bile that flows through my veins as a result of years of horrific abuse at the hands of the testosterone challenged. So it is possible that my perception of wimmins is slightly askew. It just sounds implausible.
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