Poor Perkins! I'm tired but I can't go to sleep until this Evening With Kevin Smith special is over.
Wanna play literati?
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nicole - Mar 25, 2005 11:01:43 pm PST #9538 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
Lee - Mar 25, 2005 11:19:25 pm PST #9539 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nicole! You went offline. Do you still want to play?
Nicole - Mar 25, 2005 11:19:27 pm PST #9540 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
Perkins, I got booted out of AIM. I'm in Semantics.
Lee - Mar 25, 2005 11:19:59 pm PST #9541 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Be right there.
Lee - Mar 25, 2005 11:38:43 pm PST #9542 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Nicole, the game just froze on me.
billytea - Mar 26, 2005 12:04:06 am PST #9543 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
For everyone, but mostly billytea: Walking Octopi!!! For real.
Huzzah! Octopi. Is there anything they can't do?
Lee - Mar 26, 2005 12:12:28 am PST #9544 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Taste good?
billytea - Mar 26, 2005 12:27:10 am PST #9545 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Taste good?
Octopi are not for eating. They are for being insanely clever squeezeballs.
Lee - Mar 26, 2005 12:29:55 am PST #9546 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Good point.
How are you? I am going to try the sleep thing again, but I hope you leave a long answer for us all, and that it contains some bit of good news.
billytea - Mar 26, 2005 1:19:39 am PST #9547 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
How are you? I am going to try the sleep thing again, but I hope you leave a long answer for us all, and that it contains some bit of good news.
I think I'm coming down with something, but nothing serious. Just a runny nose so far. Meanwhile, I've been playing D&D this weekend (Australia gets both Easter Friday and Easter Monday as public holidays) which has been fun. My primary character just gained another level, which is nice. Tomorrow I'm starting a new adventure, where my character is a warforged (living robot kind of thing) swashbuckling ex-pirate. I'm looking forward to playing a Jack Sparrow-bot.