Answer a Question with a Question

What if I call you a big, fat liar?

Why do you think I should know who Michael Westen is?

Why do you think you shouldn't? BTW, who is Jack Bauer?

Do you think I believe that you don't know who Jack Bauer is?

Do YOU really think I believe you don't know who Michael Westen is?

Who the hell is Michael Westen?

Don't hospitals regulate after-hours computer usage?

Do they?


btw - I found out who Michael Westen is. I've never seen Burn Notice - not even a preview that I know of. The actor that plays him - unfortunately I can not stand. He reminds me of this jerk that I went out with once. I'll put it this way - the guy was such a jerk, that I left him the restaurant, took a cab home and cried on my bed for about two hours. No kidding. I know it's not the actor's fault - but I really can not stand looking at him.

Wasn't that a nice slither?

Do you know I had never seen Michael Westen before my mom turned me on to Burn Notice?

(NOT a good experience with the Michael Westen look alike, Hunter! He must've been ONE ENORMOUS JERK!)

Do you want to know how big of a jerk he was?

I think I'm a relatively attractive person. In fact at 26 I was damn cute. I'm also a "healthy" woman though - not a stick. To some I'm "chunky" to some I'm "thick" - but I would never call myself or consider myself FAT. Not that I consider that a bad thing, but I'm not. I'm pretty solid and active.

So this jerk who thinks he's a freaking Super Model, buys me a relatively expensive dinner. He suggests that we go to my place after dinner. It was a first date. I don't think so. He suggests that because he looks like he does, and I'm NOT a model - that I was lucky that he even asked me out. He suggested that I owed him.

Seriously? I felt like I was in a bad teen angst movie written by the late great freaking John Hughes.

I excused myself to the "restroom" and I left the restaurant.

JERK!

I can never tell when you are seriously asking me something, Hunter! That is too funny; I really thought you were messing with me. I just have one question for you:

Does the jerk still live and breathe? (Because I can take care of that for you, .)

Would that make me an accessory?


*I really wasn't kidding. I never talked to that guy again. It still burns me thinking about it.

When I said kidding, I meant about Michael Westen and not knowing who he is, not about the jerky look-a-like. I knew you were serious about him, and he should rot.

Would we be like Thelma & Louise?

If we involved more of our forum friends - would we then be more like Goodfellas?

Would we need more than A Few Good Men?

You're not going to start that HERE are you, ladies?

Men like that jerk aren't worth the soot off the bottoms of our shoes, lady.
I consider myself thick and chunky, like the salsa, btw, Hunter.

Sugah wrote:

Men like that jerk aren't worth the soot off the bottoms of our shoes, lady.
I consider myself thick and chunky, like the salsa, btw, Hunter.

SALSA!!! That's funny!

Sugah wrote:

You're not going to start that HERE are you, ladies?

What are you talking about Pretty Woman?

Don't you know precisely what I am referring to, dear lady?

Don't you think I get it - or are you suffering from The Hangover?

It's only 11:13pm, where are you, m'lady?

Did you ever consider that maybe I'm watching Tombstone?

Are you sure you are not captivated by Wyatt Earp?

Is he one of the Young Guns?

So as not to be confused with the Lost Boys?