I'm selling myself off

“I have decided that I'm going to sell myself off to the highest women bidder. I'm only starting the bid of 1 whole dollar. And please only women. I can cook but I do leave sh!t around the house. I even have a full time job. it is even a plus if she has her only hiking gear.”

“Hey Buddha Bear tried this awhile back. Did you ever get any bids though??

I bid 2 dollars (Mexican dollars)”

“I worth more then two mexican dollars. I also can clean the house. And I know do to do laundry.”

“Are you typing with one hand again Kodiak?”

“it might be that I have had a few drinks tonight. I don't have to work tomorrow”

“i am putting my self up for auction myself how does 5 cents sound?”

“What's that in Euros?”

“I thought slavery was abolished a few years back...”

“Kodiakman, do you do dishes too? If so, you're hired!”

“Smiley girl sure I will do dishes. But then the price is going to have to go up. We are talking 5 dollars now.”

“So you can be a good house bee-otch then?
Would you chop my wood and clean my cat's litter boxes?
...and what other things are you willing to do besides cleaning?
LOL!
I suppose the price will to go 10 bucks...”

“come on girls, everybody knows that the boys farrrr outnumber the girls here (and in the backpacking world!)

He should be offering to pay for such a gem. I scoff at your quest for bidders, Kodiak.

muahahaaaaa
;p”

“AmyG, I like the way you think!”

“Maybe he's trollin' fer dudes~@!)”

“Kodiak, Buddha tries to organize these man auctions all the time. They never seem to fly though.”

“I'd pay to be AmyG's slave!”

“ya see, that's what I am talkin' about.

;D”

“Hey! Last time I got a bid of ELEVEN Dollars (US)... but she was a troll!

(could-a been an 51-year-old albino hypnotherapist with a wooden leg, but ya never know)”

“And Yes, you LADIES may be few and far between on the trail, but here at TT we have TownDog improving the odds. He's our chief recruiter.”

“But the ones he recruits are still in diapers...”

“Yawn........this is like "Buddha Bear Story Part II" Or "Son of Buddha Bear."

Man loves woman, man loses woman, man joins Trail Talk, drinks beer and starts threads when sad, sometimes writing poetry.

We've been there before; can we do it again????

LOL (sorry kodiakman, I have a mean streak....heheee. You should really just get Buddha Bear's e-mail and commiserate together. Drink beer and whine.......errrrrrr.. wine....LOL!!!)”

“AmyG, you're kinda funny! Hope you stick around this time. ;-)

lizs, you got a problem with guys who write poetry? Is there a stigma there--drunk and lonely?

;-)”

“lizs, VERY funny!

Fritz, we haven't seen you post poetry in a while. And where are the pics of Ian on that huge log over the creek at the WRT. Did it come out too dark? I thought of that this Sat. as I tried to wobble across a fallen log laying over a creek.”

“Yeah Lizs, when we're not on Trail Talk we go to the woods and PINE.


Hey Josh. Remember what Maurice Chavalier said!!”

“I'm with Lizs and Splash on this one. This trail looks awfully familiar! Please tell me we aren't momentarily confused. LOL!”

“Oh sh!t. Here we go again.
I think your right Lizs.”