I am just taking your cue and backing you up …
Now there’s two bobble-head dolls (Bosshank and Tater). Anybody else?
joins in the head bobbling for bigger test bottles
Oh what a great image. The bobble-heads are multiplying!
puts on some Metallica so it doesn’t look weird
Hell - I’ll be Larry. Tater, Renny - who do you want to be?
I do a pretty mean Curley Shuffle, and I got the heft for it. 
Tater - looks like you are stuck with Moe …
Fore!
Well, I’m on board for larger testing bottles…we need 'em.
Guess I might as well keep you guys company and wait for Moe. 
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How sweet …
Are those little devil horns on top of her head under the hair holding up that halo … lol?
'Scuse me, I’ll be right back.
Where the hell’s Moe.
Good question … I asked him a couple questions and he has yet to answer …
One of each please. Unfortunately we guys seldom have a say in which one we get at any given moment … lol.
How about both at the same time? 
Wow. Bella is as schizo as Tater. Moe it is!
Hey Moe! How’s tricks?
Best of both worlds …
One thing Tater has learned is that most male/female relationships cant handle perfect intimacy and openness. Thats something ive always wanted, but obtaining it typically destroys the relationship.
ALWAYS leave room for mystery, and never ever ever let on exactly how much you love a woman. Im madly in love with a certain redhead i adore, but i owe the length of our relationship to keeping her guessing. I make it a point to drive her nuts trying to figure me out, one day passive, the next day blowing up when shes a few minutes late. It kills me to only hint at my true feelings for her, but its working.
A few weeks ago she wanted to have “the talk.” Instead of waxing poetic about how much i dream about her beautiful face walking down the aisle to marry me, i was stoic. That led to a fight where she stormed off. She called two days later, and has been hell-bent on cracking my shell, convincing me to up the ante in our relationship. I own a woman I intend to marry. OWN her. And the key has been keeping my good intentions to myself.
Tater has often been on the wrong side of the game. Always the one who wanted the commitment, the children, the house with the white picket fence. And the women stayed away in droves. Nice guys finish last, but maybe you can be a nice guy and keep it a secret.