Cokecan said:Oh sweetie, no insult to your skills intended (wow, I can't even type that with a straight face), but you'd have to alter my vocal chords to even have me remotely "screaming and laughing like a little girl", as you so eloquently put it. And that's on the assumption that I was ticklish in the first place, which as I have assured you poor, deluded ladies repeatedly, I am most certainly not.
As for my "brothers"? You see, being men, we tend to stand alone. Unless we're killing spiders or catching dinner for you. While their defense is admirable and appreciated, it is also really not necessary. Unlike you women, men don't tend to travel in packs.
Catching dinner? Now that's funny! The only place I catch dinner is at the grocery store! Women work in teams, not travel in packs my dear; there's one good way to find out just how effective that strategy is-wanna try it? Oh, my bad---I heard you've already been tried out and you do scream like a little girl! I hear you run too-that's not very manly!




? Or I could take a pen and write your confession of non-ticklishness on your feet. Or how about a little game of tic-tac-TOE on those toes? You wouldn't be the least bit phased right? 


in order to get some kind of interaction, and then... afterwards you might try something but you'll realize the brotherhood far surpasses the gaggle of hens or council or whatever... so
because you know who rules this spot... the Brotherhood... BWA HAHAHA!!! Score another one!



