ND, such enthusiam, it is of the flatter. Let's see how much vodka we can put away. I know I have a place in NO I can crash (aforementioned Tulane prof's apat; she'd probably want to come and what Buffista doesn't love a kinky, pretty young philosophy professor?) but I would prolly bring along an air matress, so I could pick out a bit o' floor for drunken crashing.)
And hey, I'll bring the fishnets -- you can wear them one night, and I'll take the next!
These two paragraphs pretty much sum up why I love you so much!
ERIN!!
You must come. I so decree.
I will try! Seriously, the last time I went to NO, I was no joke broke.
I figure if I can't scrounge drinks flasihng my tits, no one can. And hey, I can make up impromtu lewd verse for $2 a pop for passerby.
Dude, it's the punchline to my LIFE.
I will buy you a drink regardless of breast flashing. Not that I'm trying to
discourage
you, mind...
There're going to be breasts?! I might come after all.
There're going to be breasts?! I might come after all.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Pause.
HHHHHAAAAAAA!
Um, yeah, a little cleavage, maybe.