(updated 7 Apr 08) 

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Nothing says lovin'...

In the 'thanks I kneaded that department' I got so many entries this time around of women with ’ buns in the oven’ that I started to think that the Pillsbury Doughboy must be one hell of a busy little fellow. Amazing how he could rise to the occasion. Okay, I'll stop now and get on with the winners.

Nothing says lovin'...will not be forthcoming like when there's a bun in the oven. (tygrkhat40@yahoo.com) Yes, but after the bun comes out you may have to wait a few years.

Nothing says lovin'...until your right hand starts a strumming. (DavidGoTribe@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...like your horny, male Pug doing your leg. (humorbear@aol.com) Especially if you bought him just for that purpose.

Nothing says lovin'...like "I'm having your baby so run before my Pa starts shotgunnin'". (maxcel200@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...like my proctologist's latex glovin'. (Airfarcewon@aol.com, stan@squidworks.com) ...and he pretended to be such a holy man!

Nothing says lovin'... like a pair of rubber gloves, a bottle of olive oil, a weed whacker, a roll of cammo colored duct tape, a 1976 chevy van with tinted windows, and a map to your ex girlfriend's new house. (bhsmrtgrrl@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...spoonful's music is good or bad. I really just preferred The Doors! (davidgotribe@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...like no buns in the oven. Whew!! (tpanner@hotmail.com)

Nothing says lovin'...like a $4,300 hooker. (humorbear@aol.com) Beats those working the 99 cents only stores.

Nothing says lovin'...like flowers delivered on February 15. Oh -- did I screw up again? (tphyll@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...quite like when your daughter is also your cousin. (maxcel200@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...like taking out the trash before she mentions it. (tphyll@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...when you figured the rhythm method correctly. (humorbear@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...when he maxes out your c-phone memory with text messages. (humorbear@aol.com)

Nothing says lovin'...like running up to the drug store during the 3rd quarter of the Superbowl...because she's suddenly out of Tampax. (ParisIuvsMe@aol.com) Yeah, yeah, he probably only went because he ran out of beer.

Nothing says lovin'...that's why I'm celibate. (Airfarcewon@aol.com)

Proving that underachievers can win this contest...

Nothing says lovin'...like actually adding 4 seconds to your previous record to orgasm of 3 minutes and 47 seconds. (tpanner@hotmail.com)