For all the intros that get their moment of filthy glory on air, there are zillions that get emailed back and forth. Here are some:
She's so smart if brains were coins I'd roll her in my bedroom till I was ready to make a deposit
If brains were mosquitos, a little biting and sucking would make him engorged
If brains were textbooks, students would throw him down on the bed and then go have a snack
If brains were my midsection, I'd squeeze him into my jeans
If brains were a butcher counter's service bell. I'd ding him and wait for meat
If brains were a broken down car, I'd service him on the side of the road
If brains were a broken down car, I'd slide under him and begin cranking.
9/27/2007
Intro effluvia
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Alison Rosen: If collecting Gutfeld's double entendres was a baseball, I'd swat her with my wood.
If writing blogs was a small freckle, I'd lose it on Allison's face.
If never appearing on Red Eye was a relay baton, I'd give it to Jim from behind.
If approving my first comment swiftly, but not as much the second one, was a stamp, I'd lick Allison's backside.
I humbly bow before the genius and hotness of Alison Rosen.
If beauty were a basketball game, I'd never call a timeout on her.
If beauty was a teenage boy's pimple, I would pop you before the prom.
Alison,
Your like the puppet master in this twisted little world! I love it!
If beauty was an untapped oil well, I'd pump her until she exploded!
You have to admit the "facts of life" one on your MS page was at least original! :)
Ok, here is another attempt to impress Miss Booya.
If sexiness were a Red Eye, I'd squirt my personal Visine in her face every morning!
What? It's a medical thing!
If sexiness were a hickey, I would have her all over my body...and proudly display her during beach visits.
I have a great story to share from the club tonight...I will MS it tomorrow, I need my beauty sleep.
The beauty battery has been recharged and this one came to me within a dream...imagine that!
He's so smart, if brains were a ménage à trois, he'd have a pair.
If intelligence was a slurpee, I suck him inside a 7-11 and then eat some Boston Baked Beans.
If intelligence was a flashlight, I'd turn her on in the dark.
1. If beauty was cotton candy, I'd eat her until my tongue was pink ...and I had a belly ache.
2. If intelligence was a nuclear submarine, I'd go down on her in the water...with some sailors. (I kinda remember something like this being used before)
3. If sexiness was scoring in a game of Skeeball, I'd put it in her hard to reach hole every time. (LOL)
4. If beauty was a traveling on a city bus, I'd pay to ride her...in the presence of strangers.
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