Out here on the West Coast, we call ourselves...
ahm...
do we even have a name for us out here? Dave? Jan? I'm not sure that we do. But we SHOULD get a spiffy name like those NESTers and those CHESTers. Since we're West Coast, let's come up with words whose acronym could be DUDE.
Anyway, as this light-hearted thread has just grown lighter and more friendly with each post, let me update you guys as to how my coffee cup idea has been working out. Today I was at that Mom & Pop coffee shop I mentioned earlier, and I got the big cup like I said I would. I slowly scanned the room for someone holding the little cups. Aha! Spotted one. A lovely, petite, dark-haired lass. Displaying her ticklee-ness to everyone 'in the know' by flashing that short latte.
I approached. And... what have we here? ANOTHER ticklee -- a lovely, petite, blond-haired lass, engaged in what seemed to be an argument with the brunette! Well, I know how to resolve this, I thought to myself.
"Ladies," I winked at one, "Ladies," I winked at the other, "I know what both of you need."
"Huh?" the cute blond asked of me.
I leveled my gaze with her. And winked again. "I have the power of tickling," I said gravely, lifting my big cup for her to see.
She put on a fake 'puzzled' expression, and looked at her debate partner. I love this secret society, I thought to myself, as I put down my cup (it was empty - I just asked the guy behind the counter if I could carry it around as a symbol), and I grabbed the dark-haired muffin around her waist. "Aaaah!" she screeched as she spilled her cute little latte all over me and dissolved into those ticklish giggles that is music to our ears. Her blond friend dashed out the door, but I continued demonstrating my 'p.o.t.' to the cutie. I had her on the floor now. She was distressed, but laughing. When I stopped, she punched me in the face, which wasn't too funny.
Less funny still, was the cop the blond brought back with her.
Now I'm in jail. I traded in my one phonecall for the opportunity to use the jail computer to post this tale, my first of hopefully MANY great encounters with other fellow members.
Time for me to sign off. My cellmate Frank wants me to share some member secrets with him tonight. I may let him in on a few things (don't worry, not all), as I've got nothing else to do tonight. Or tomorrow.
(You can't see it, but I'm doing the secret hand signal to you guys.)
Till later,
Boom Boom Boom
PS - To the thin of skin, don't you dare take any offense from this post... or you'll surely be punished. Our way.