Well, you'd better not be thinking what I think you're thinking, because my answer is the same as always — no threesomes unless it's boy-boy-girl. Or Charlize Theron.

Harmony ,'First Date'


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!


Lee - Oct 26, 2005 9:27:24 pm PDT #5804 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I can still be jealous, even if people should be jealous of me.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Oct 26, 2005 9:36:50 pm PDT #5805 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

Oooooh, Perkins, you got Deb to type in bold. You are sooooo in trouble. Maybe.


NoiseDesign - Oct 26, 2005 9:39:21 pm PDT #5806 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

Buuuuuussssteeeeed!


deborah grabien - Oct 26, 2005 9:43:59 pm PDT #5807 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Don't make me break out the italics, Peter.

That would be - bad.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Oct 26, 2005 10:15:28 pm PDT #5808 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

As long as no one busts out the leet, I'm just dandy.


NoiseDesign - Oct 26, 2005 10:16:18 pm PDT #5809 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

I caged my leet years ago and have no intention to allow a prison break.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Oct 26, 2005 10:20:16 pm PDT #5810 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

Just checked Flight Status. It says we'll be at gate 70A and Baggage Claim 2.

Of course, it'll probably change, but I thought I'd give you the current heads-up.

Pete


NoiseDesign - Oct 26, 2005 10:26:58 pm PDT #5811 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

Cool. I'll meet you folks at the Baggage Claim. it's pretty much the nearest I can get to the gates at LAX now.


Lee - Oct 27, 2005 6:31:19 am PDT #5812 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Oooooh, Perkins, you got Deb to type in bold. You are sooooo in trouble. Maybe.

Note to self: Hide behind Juliana for a bit when you first get there.


deborah grabien - Oct 27, 2005 6:42:06 am PDT #5813 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Pftpftph. I loves me some Perkins.

Off to shower and then to catch plane. I could have done nicely without the hardcore Avonex reaction, which I almost never get.