I have great legs.

Must provide own mask if needed.
Must have one or more of the following traits:
Be able to provide cryptic but philosophical insights (Tonto).
Be willing to do most of or all of the work and let me take all the credit (Kato).
Be able to come up with catch phrases.Such as "Holy this or that" (Robin).
Or do whatever Lenie.....or was it Squiggly did?

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I gotta a mask. In fact I've got several.
Cryptic but philosophical insights ~ no problem.
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a letter of recommendation. And an apprenticeship in the sidekick union.

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I look great in tights. I can bring my own mask. I'm full of cryptic insights, willing to do all the work and let you take the credit...and I'm a writer, so catch phrases: "Oy! I think I can swing that."

My conditions: I get to carry a cool weapon of some sort. If I ever need an alias, I get to use Ben Quest. In exchange for me doing all the work, I get to be known as the genius one. No red shirts, I've seen too many shows where the guy in the red shirt always buys the farm. I can have stubble-beard.

And yeah, with few exceptions the sidekick is the brains of the operation.

says she would consider looking at your resume to become her sidekick but only if it doesn't cut into her FaceBook time.

Worn from Sept.. to June here in Wisconsin.

Whether I look good in them is a whole other question.

If so, Baitball Blogger wins hands down!

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I had to convince her that I was Wonder Woman.
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tied to the legs of the frame. Not...that...it's...ever...happened to me.

after my x-wife found panties in the back seat of my car.

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... died at a pretty young age -- 33.
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Our parents wanted to go up to his farmhouse and clean it up and close it up. My little brother
and I knew that he had had a VERY active and varied and interesting sex life -- so we quickly
volunteered to do that for our parents (so they wouldn't be contronted by anything that might
horrify them about the person they still saw as their little boy).
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Lo and behold, we found a bedroom dresser FILLED with toys. No bondage or pain-oriented
things, but an amazing variety of "marital aids".
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To paraphrase Tom Waits, "He didn't tie himself up or nothin'."
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I had learned a lot living in Europe for 4 years, so I was at least intellectually aware of most
of the things we found, but my little brother, though in college, was still pretty much the
uber-naive smalltown innocent boy that I had been just 7 or 8 years before.
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Though we were experiencing IMMENSE grief (we both loved our brother very very much),
we were both crying our eyes out while laughing our asses off as we went through that
dresser, bagging items to be thrown out on our way back to our folks' house.
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Funniest thing? My little brother repeating over and over and over again:
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"What the HELL do you do with THIS?!?!?
"What the HELL do you do with THIS?!?!?
"Sweet Mother of all that is holy... WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO WITH THIS?!?!?
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Tears of laughter and of grief streaming down our faces.
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Then, on the way home before we could find a dumpster to trash it all:
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"Please, please, please, please, please... don't let us get pulled over by the police!!!!!"
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Sadly, I can only fly in one direction: down--and only then when I jump out a window or off a very tall cliff. I haven't used this power lately, but as I recall the effect is quite spectacular.

and I speak Spanish.
Do I win?

My buddy Earl is a wheeler-dealer.
He buys and sells stuff.
Heavy equipment, real estate, used cars and trucks, and also does disaster clean-up.
FEMA contractor.
He's a self-proclaimed redneck and one of the smartest businessmen I know.
He'll find a good deal on three used bucket trucks and know a guy who needs some.
Four front-end loaders and a buyer waiting.

His 'office' is his big-ass pickup and I ride shotgun with a legal pad on a clipboard.
He's constantly on his cellphone and I take notes.
Phone numbers, addresses, specs on equipment, etc.

He doesn't actually 'pay' me anything. And I wouldn't do it for pay.
it's just good to get out of the house (I'm retired) and ride along and watch this guy DEAL!

There are some benefits.
He buys lunch.


And a while back Miz t. said she'd like a golf cart to run around the neighborhood in.
One showed up in the driveway a few days later.
"I bought 8 from a guy I know. Already sold the rest of them. This one was "leftover".
Yeah, right, Earl.


It's truly a symbiotic relationship.
He can use the help, and I enjoy the experience.