Seanie, you do realize that if you come to Seattle, Pete and I aren't letting you leave, right?
Will I be made to live in the drafty, falling over tower, with naught but a lumpy bed, and made to do all sorts of awful, dull chores while you're out with friends?
t packs paddle from this years F2F
t throws in bullwhip for good measure
Aims, did you ever tell the whole story behind the room decor? It occurred to me that those pictures might be a bit of a mystery otherwise.
You can SHARE paddles. They don't get icky.
You can SHARE paddles. They don't get icky.
They don't
have
to get icky.
Will I be made to live in the drafty, falling over tower, with naught but a lumpy bed, and made to do all sorts of awful, dull chores while you're out with friends?
Of
course
not, silly.
...
You'll live in the basement.
Kristin had long ago volunteered to watch the bebe for a few hours so Joe and I could hang out with just adults. Apparantly, her and others went to the sex shoppe for us, to help things along when we were also alone, later in the evening. The note on the end of the bed read:
Broken condom $1
Maternity Suite $22,000
Mom Stealth Mini-Van $12,000
A bunch of people to watch the baby so you can have sex again Priceless
NO PRESSURE
Right. No pressure. Easy for her to say. She didn't wake up the next morning looking at the can of Pussy Whip thinking, "I wonder if that goes bad if not refrigerated?"
You'll live in the basement.
BWAHAHA!
Poor Seanie. At least it's not the garage.
Hey, Jilli, is S&B on tonight?