Welcome to my treehouse. Superstar law graduate. Blog Mistress. Corn-fed Midwestern gal. 152 inches of pure mayhem and pool domination, like if friggin’ Optimus Prime got to fight against 3rd graders. Honey-limbed lovely, flaxen-tressed harlot. Swiss Army Knife of 5-tool players. Trafficker in snark. These are my random postings. I can also be found here and here.



Enjoyed chatting with you on DUAN.
Take Care,
Tony in Raleigh
Aka – ILovePaleHoseandPaleHos
So, you just, like, left us at DeadOn…?
So, you are 12 feet, 8 inches tall? If so, I take back anything I ever said about the Game Which Shall Not Be Named. Please don’t hurt me!
Haha, no. It’s just what a guy said about if he and I were a team in chicken fighting. : )
Well, I know you are a tall lady, so I would DEFINITELY not want to meet up with the two of you in a chicken fighting scenario…though I believe I remain undefeated all time. I was always pretty tall and had a good base, so I was very hard to take down…and shockingly enough I was never asked to be the fighter, just the base.