Clients with chicks in alias photos

[Loxly]

Only once did I ever use something other than my Mad Doctor. I reserved it for Christmastime:

[fun2come]

Originally Posted by circumstances

Probably couldn't figure out how to add one?

You would be a good example for the confusion, but thankfully you don't have a hot avatar.
BTW, cirkumstances would hace been even more obvious

Originally Posted by Tan Khan

That explains why my inbox is always full!

I was about to PM you to ask how to get in contact with the hot blonde in your avatar..... that's why your inbox is full

[Miles]

For those who are interested, let me explain why I have no avatar, but only an handle, "Miles". I guess it's kind of a riddle, which makes a Name out of a word in an important R. Frost poem:

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Although the meaning of this poem is always in debate, what I take from it is the longing to enjoy the "lovely, dark and deep," found not just in a snowy woods, but in all nature, in women. But a tension arises because of the inner pull of obligations to others that keep me from staying too long.

Rave on with your hot chick avatars. I'll keep mine inside my memory as moments with nature,

Miles

[stevejones1969]

Well I don't know about all those sexy chicks avatars but that beagle really turns me on.

And yea, Robert Frost really wrote great poetry but my favorite of his is titled "Out, out". Look it up dude, you will love it as well and I bet you did not know he wrote this type of poetry as well.

[Miles]

I know out out. It's a brutal poem.