Which reminders me of an humorous joke:
A jank is visiting a brit and taking a tour of her house. "This is my bedroom," the brit says, "and down the end of the hall is my husband's bedroom."

"You don't sleep in the same bed? Doesn't that make having sex a little impractical?" asked the Jank.

"Not at all, if my husband is in the mood he opens his door and calls me."

"Well, that's fine for him," says the jank, "but what if you're in the mood?"

"Well, I just open mt door and say: 'Did you call me, John?'"

I admit humor is a subjective thing.

I'll bite. Have been called, Lil willy and Lil buddy. With the emphasis on little. :smack: My last squeeze was called "Mi Gatito Dorado." Photos anyone? Not!

Mi Gatido Dorado? My Little Tunafish? Eewww...

My place of mystery does not need a name. That would make it much less mysterious.

But it would make the map reference so much more accessible... :cool:

A map??? Why don't you take a compass along while you're at it. Or better yet, save your pennies for GPS.

I've got the GPS, but the software for this purpose is unbelieveably expensive.

My "compass needle" always points straight to its "receptacle"

Wolf's den?