and then Jesus smiled at me and I’m telling you, those last seven pounds, the stubborn ones, they were totally gone! And I spoke unto the angry Roman mob and I said, behold these thighs! Jesus has made me feel better about me!
Bwah! Heck, I'd follow anyone who could just wish thunder thighs away.
I get no Gus loving?
*weeps*
I used to cry too, but eventually I got over it....
You know, having not one, but two Buffistas become reminded of their marriages by my recent waterbed woes makes think maybe this whole single thing isn't so bad after all.
I've got Gus smoochage and an iPod AIFG!
I used to cry too, but eventually I got over it....
Well yeah, cause now I got tommyrot mocking...
*blows raspberries*
Well yeah, cause now I got tommyrot mocking...
I wasn't mocking, I was... commiserating, or sharing the wisdom of my experience, or something....
Still more thunder and lightning!
I spent my afternoon with the Burrells. In Ikea, of all places.
No one died and I know have a carpet.
tommyrot can get his own date. He is tall and cute.
Ladies, ignore tommyrot's psuedo-problems.
Cass, how're
you
doin'?
t Gus implodes, by the sheer gravitic force of his own smarminess.