Nicole, the game just froze on me.
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.
For everyone, but mostly billytea: Walking Octopi!!! For real.
Huzzah! Octopi. Is there anything they can't do?
Taste good?
Taste good?
Octopi are not for eating. They are for being insanely clever squeezeballs.
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.
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.
I think some of those are New England things, Cindy. Y'all are cool, coming from an actual region and shit. I think that is a quarter of my Balmer thing, actually.
erika, yeah, tonic, and frappe are New Englandisms, but they're fast becoming Old New Englander New Englandisms. Even the kids here say soda, and milk shake (and something about a backyard).
I don't wanna be up yet.
Timelies!
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Bwahahahahahaha! I have been "restricted" from the Abortion the murder of innocence group on MSN. Too funny.
Billytea, the D&D game sounds cool. I hope you stay mostly healthy.
vw, that's funny. That ship done sailed, as my grandmother would say.
BT, I hope it's just a little stuffiness that will go away quickly.
Perkins, I hope you're healthy today.
I am oh so tired. I kept waking up, and when I wasn't waking up, I was dreaming that I was trying to buy an old mobile home that someone had died in, but I had to wait until the person who died had been buried and the house purified in some religious way, because his body was being left in the house for a certain number of days in order to satisfy some religious requirement. We viewed the house while he was still sitting in the recliner in which he'd died, faithful dog at his side. The dog liked me, though, and came home with me and I was a little worried I wasn't supposed to take it, but it was lonely. It was a very odd dream.