SUSAN W! Paging Susan W!
edit: or possibly any teachers
[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.
SUSAN W! Paging Susan W!
edit: or possibly any teachers
Of course, now he's lost the advantage of surprise, so I'm thinking stealth is right out.
You're right. Cage match it is. "And in both corners, ZZZMMAAAAYYHEMMMMMMMM!!!"
Of course, now he's lost the advantage of surprise, so I'm thinking stealth is right out.
Hmmm, headlock or full-nelson....
My mother would *smack* me to SF if I ever did something like that! The weird t-shirts, she has come to accept as par for Buffista course, though though she probably wouldn't think much of strange men wanting to see odd slogans across my breasts. But seriously, where is some people's pride? (I know. She sold it.) I'll come to the main event...I'll have just the shirt for it.
Oh, I wonder if I could sell my pride. I'm pretty sure I could make more.
Oh, God. He's going for brute strength. My only hope is to lay a pit trap in the lobby of our apartment building, carefully concealed with scattered leaves and old Warrior comics, and baited with an original lineup New York Dolls bootleg CD.
Then while he's climbing out, I can snatch the car and book down the 5 to hide behind ita.
You can still win. Remind of how fast hair grows and that the Gypsy Kings made five albums.
JZ, at this point I think your plan is sound (plus a bonus visit to see the LAistas - F2F YAY!)
Y'all Golden State folks and having your f2fs... huh. Maybe I should start freetheliberal.com too.
Wally Report! You know you want it. ...Actually, that would make a great Wally Report. Um. But anyway, latest doings. Yesterday a woman in my office left to take up a new position elsewhere. I asked her out for something to eat sometime. Didn't get quite the enthusiastic response I was looking for, but she said yes, and I'm feeling good about having asked her.
Actuarial student has sent me an email every day this week. (Of course, I've been keeping up the same pace.) I shall take this as a Good Sign. However, I must regretfully conclude that she really is tone deaf when it comes to flirting; my attempts - which I thought were reasonably charming, myself - have been treated as misunderstandings. Me, misunderstand! Can you believe it?
Anyway, I have decided on a slightly different tack. We'll see how that goes.