Mal ,'War Stories'
[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.
Yup, people need to stop missing me. I can't keep up.
Sorella, I promise not to call tonight. I don't believe I could find the number keys on my cell phone tonight. Though I am amazed at my typing and spelling abilities right now.
LA peeps, I will be in your fair city in June--the 19th through the 22nd--and I would like to hang with as many people as possible.
(This took me five minutes to type. My backspace button has ceased to function.)
LA peeps, I will be in your fair city in June--the 19th through the 22nd--and I would like to hang with as many people as possible.
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I'll even be on vacation then! Are you here on business? Do you need a place to stay?
And I think I'm beyond tipsy and teetering on the verge of full-blown drunk. Garlic-stuffed olives can do that to you.So can alcohol. It's tricksy that way.
Are you here on business?
Yup. FedFleet at the Convention Center.
Do you need a place to stay?
Probably not. The conference hotel is the Westin Bonaventure. Work shall pay. I'm attempting to justify coming in a day early.
So can alcohol. It's tricksy that way.
Yes it is. But it's still the olives' fault. They jumped into the vodka and soaked up the atmosphere. Then they begged to be consumed. I can't help the consequences.
(My breath could probably slay vampires at this point, considering I'm a three-olive martini kinda gal.)
But it's still the olives' fault. They jumped into the vodka and soaked up the atmosphere. Then they begged to be consumed.Flirty olives will get you every time. Now I really want a martini.
Tipsy Buffistas=cute.
It's like my DC F2F drink accounting method. They kept refilling my same Vodka Tonic glass and each time another lime got added. I knew I was in trouble when I didn't have enough fingers to count all the limes.
Flirty olives will get you every time.
Oh yeah. I would have been well and truly fucked if they were bleu cheese-stuffed olives. The garlic-stuffed olives are merely a booty call, but combine them with a good vodka and I turn into a well-satisfied customer.
Er, I don't mean to imply that martinis make me easy. I'm like that anyway.
Er, I don't mean to imply that martinis make me easy. I'm like that anyway.Oh, I can be had for a few martinis at times. I think it's a character trait, not a flaw.