You can SHARE paddles. They don't get icky.
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
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?
Hey, Jilli, is S&B on tonight?
Um, I think so? I haven't checked, as tonight is the Peter Murphy show. Peter Murphy!
Poor Seanie. At least it's not the garage.
I'm not that mean.
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?"
BWAH!!!
"I wonder if that goes bad if not refrigerated?"
Does it say, "Non-dairy"?
Some more pics of Sat night (after I charged my battery a bit), plus some stuff from the train ride back: [link]
Funky shoes, I know not whose...
They were Debet's