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Originally Posted by Meatloaf
I only Pryor was as eloquent with the pen as you are Mr FAX....
Excellent assessment!!!!!!!!
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Agreed. I envision Mr Fax as a dreamy (like incredibly) older gentleman with perfectly styled peppered hair. I imagine he simply splashes some gel and water in there, runs the comb a single time in whatever way he desires that day, and it simply falls perfectly along his experienced face. I imagine he quit his pipe a number of years ago in favor of only the finest cigars, which are given to him freely by world leaders that, like you and I, look up to and almost envy somewhat.
His buttoned shirt fits snuggly against his perfectly toned body, but he keeps the first two buttons free to their own accord which, on occasion, allows his shirt to sway some, exposing his masculinity. Mr Meatloaf, Mr Fax's meat stick just simply cannot be concealed. It's the one thing Mrs Fax despises about him, well when it is unsuccessfully kept from prying eyes. No matter how loose his khaki shorts are, the outline of that monster cannot be hidden. Mrs Fax, on more than one occasion, has had to slap a bitch for staring.
Mr Fax doesn't order his drinks on the rocks, dearest Mr Meatloaf, he's so cool his drinks chill themselves. Facts, or fax as I like to call truths.
Don't get me started on his writing skills...