Damn. My walking range is only 500 miles; under the right circumstances, 500 more.
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles?
Bye, now. Have good sex.
Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
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DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:09:07 pm PST #7013 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:09:49 pm PST #7014 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Welcome to the home ownershop club, Burrell!
§ ita § - Jan 24, 2005 3:13:23 pm PST #7015 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
here she goes attributing beastial *acts* to Aragorn
The horse kissed him! I'm just extrapolating here.
Cashmere - Jan 24, 2005 3:30:03 pm PST #7016 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles?
Thanks for that Proclaimers earworm there, Daniel.
DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:40:56 pm PST #7017 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
DCJensen - Jan 24, 2005 3:42:14 pm PST #7018 of 10002
All is well that ends in pizza.
Did cat stacking craze start here or in Natter?
Cashmere - Jan 24, 2005 3:44:17 pm PST #7019 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Did cat stacking craze start here or in Natter?
Does it matter?? The crack cats are now everywhere!!!
Ginger - Jan 24, 2005 3:49:22 pm PST #7020 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Yay, Hil! Yay, Hil! Yay, Hil!
meara - Jan 24, 2005 4:05:08 pm PST #7021 of 10002
OK, I have string cheese, tuna, low-carb Pria bars, nuts, and an apple, to eat on the plane tomorrow.
Aww! So sorry about the house, Nora!!
This is why I have chapstick (or some other non-burny lip balm) stashed every place I could possibly need it.
This is what I keep doing, and yet I STILL keep losing it!! I had one in my coat, in an inner pocket, and it just disappeared!!
Dude! More snow!
Yeah, I was kinda bitter--I was sitting in my boss' office, and looking past her out the window going "Um, is it supposed to snow more?" And she says "Oh, I think it said there would be flurries...". And it was NOT flurries. It was SNOW.
I am just going to hum lalalalalalaaaaa until the horse porn leaves my brain.
LALALALALALALA! LALALALAL! t holds hands over ears, rocks back and forth
What am I going to forget to pack? I am going first to the UK, and then straight to Miami. I know I'm going to forget something. What?
Anne W. - Jan 24, 2005 4:19:24 pm PST #7022 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I am currently earwormed with the cat stacking background music.
This does not make me happy.