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.
Cass is me, especially if the martinis are apple.
not apple
slides apple martini to Kristin
I'll take mine dry.
All your Kristin are belong to me!
I think it's a character trait, not a flaw.
Amen, sistah, though my tolerance has decreased to the point that one martini makes me wonder why my hubby prefers to watch Pushing Tin than snuggling with me.*
*To be fair, he has no idea that I'm this "happy." I don't think I could negotiate the stairs at this point to inform him.
And all your Cass and Kristin belong to me. I like my martinis diiiiiiiiiiiir-teeeeeeeee.
All your Kristin are belong to me!
Hee, only if we can share.
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