If you name the ass, you gotta name the twins.

Pat, as in Pat my ass.

I woulda, I woulda!

Well, at least you didn't say you were going to name it "Tony"...

I had a b/f who insisted on naming the twins...I humored him...he picked "Bonnie and Clyde". How WRONG is that?

I agree with Chuck - you need to name it Pat!

Or Slap, as in Slap dat ass!

Well, fine, if you're gonna go that way, I vote for "Kissmy"

hmmm... so if your ass had its own identity and own SS# would that mean it could get its own credit? Oh god... that'd be dangerous!!!!

You gotta go with Kissmy. It's cute. It's biting. Wait, bite is good. How about Bitemy?

hehe...ok, i'll be the one to say it...if you're gonna go w/"kissmy", why not "fuckmy" ;) *runs off laughing hysterically*

p.s. if ever an ass needed to be named...

Well thank GOD you didn't steal the name of MY ass... I call it... MOONshine.

No. That's a lie.

I don't have to call it. It just follows me around everywhere I go. Dammit.

Azure, I need you to clear something up for me. When you say,"runs off laughing hysterically", do you actually run off, laughing hysterically?

sings...

you are the sunshine of my liiiiife....

i'm sorry. i don't mean that at all. it was just way too easy.

My ass has it's own zip code...AND actually told me it's first name was...Lard...fucker

All right, you inspired me, Yvonne. I'm Italian and my ass has a life of its own. No reason to be ashamed of it. (Riiight). I'm gonna call it....Cellie. As in cellulite. Because it has it. Anyone want some?

sunshine - as in the sun shines out of...
:D

Does your ass try to get your attention by making funny noises? Does your ass try to get others attention by making it's own pheromones? My ass is possessed, I think.

Awww I love it! I don't have a name for your ass, but this does remind me of that story, which you may have heard, of the lady who was six months pregnant with her third child, and her three year old came into the room when she was just getting ready for the shower and said, "Mummy, you are getting really fat!"
The lady replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mummy has a baby growing in her tummy."
"I know," the child replied, but what's growing in your bum?"

LOL @ making noise to get attention.

Mine does that all day.

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melly, i must admit...i do not run off...however, i did laugh pretty hard...yes, i know...at my own damn joke...pathetic, ain't it?? ;)

this post made me laugh... i have a manly, tough marine friend who recently objected to the fact that i insist on calling him 'princess'... and grudgingly settled on 'sunshine' instead.

Big Smile!

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