Hey! This is Mrs. Tug...in response to a request from ER, Tug said he needed some pictures of Sydney. Here are some of my favorites:
If you wondered what Tug looks like, he's the one wearing a baseball cap. Sydney is as spoiled as they come, he even gets to open our Christmas presents...
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Hope ya like 'em...
LOL. That is a great hound! Thanks! ... I got some new pix of our own "dogs" as well as Ice-T the other day, but they're still in the film rolls. One weekend task is to get some of 'em up at my place. That is one fine critter. :-)
--ER
That dog should be banned.
Toad's incog doesn't quite live up to his nito!
--ER
I must confess. When I first opened up this post, I saw that top picture, then I saw immediately to the right: "Hey! This is Mrs. Tug ... "
And I thought it was a picture of Mrs. Tug.
--ER
No, ER, not quite.
She's a lot cuter than me.
(Although the dog is cuter than either one of us...)
Hey, that IS an added bonus though...
Now you know what I look like, as well. (Sort of...)
(Was it what you had pictured?)
I imagined you with facial hair. Scraggly hair. I did figger a ballcap was on yer noggin. I imagine you chain-smokin' cigs (which maybe you do) as you pound away on yer keyboard. :-) You also look like a purdy big ol' boy -- although who can tell from a picture -- so maybe I'll be a little more reluctant to spar with ya from now on. Sir. :-) (Not). :-)
-ER
--ER
Yo, Tug. I don't see an e-mail address for you. E-mail me, please. Address is on my profile page. Put "From Tug" in the subject line. I would like to tell you something off-line. (Don't worry; I won't abuse it; and you can delete this note, too; I didn't know any other way to get one to you.)
--ER
Okay, Done. Check your box. If it didn't get to you, let me know here.
I'm not worried about you abusing it...
E-mail me any time you like!
Glad to hear from you!!
And, yeah, I am a purdy big boy.
6'1", aproximately 220lbs, depending on what day it is...
And I do smoke, almost all truck drivers do,(not chainsmoke, just smoke...and not in the house, by order of the Wife...)
You don't have to be scared to spar with me...
I would never resort to physical violence to settle an Idealogical dispute.
If I can't beat you with my brain, then you win...
Here anyway...
Hey, check out the last two pictures...
I musta been to Church or somethin'..
I got my Sunday-Go-To-Meetin' pants and sneakers on!
Oh, and Mike, Toad, John, Dummy, Whoever you are today...
Don't attack my dog.
I've about had it with you...
Well, I wadn't gonna say anything about them sissy britches ... but ... Oh, hell, I'm fixin' to put a pair on to go to work. Sigh.
--ER
Get 'em tiger!!!
Actually Tug, I kinda expect a big burly truck drivin' man to own a Rottweiler or a Pit Bull.
How the hell did you get a Les Paul for $300?
Who stole it?
That "mike" wasn't me. I think it was that Mikes America idiot.
No, I don't think it was either one of you, Dude.
Somebody has figured out how to hijack people's names and comment under them, complete with links.
I apologize, Toad, for thinking it was you.
Your comments are always more thoughtful than the crap that guy is slinging.
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