Not only adorable, and beautiful, and sexxay, but also a BRILLIANT belly-dancer.
I think I am more than just a little in love with our smonster.
while everyone else was snogging the tonsils off other Buffistas, so that may be something to do with it...
I was not! Not
during
Prom at least. Just pretty much the rest of the time. I thought the Fernet would kill any germies. But it just made me super flirty instead. And then snoggage.
We may have no Pooh books here, but we do have almost the complete fairy tales of George Macdonald, and I totally wooed and smote Hec with my reading of "The Day Boy and the Night Girl," so
there.
But, yeah, Sunil wins.
Hm. I still have my tonsils.
Is this what's saving me from the Super-Ick?
::hugs tonsils tight::
But I have pictures of Pete in his dressing gown. Heh.
Oh crap. I had forgotten about that photo. Waitaminute - plural?!?
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Wait, there was ick last year?
I was not! Not during Prom at least. Just pretty much the rest of the time.
At least you didn't continue with your denial because, y'know, I have photographic proof...
I have my tonsils and no Ick. Yay me!
...no, 'kay, just the one, Mrs Wembley.
But it's
very
adorable.
Mrs Wembley.
That's actually a reference I don't get. Care to explain?
I think it
is
molded on. But it's pointing at you right now, SuziQ!!!
(the Mrs Wembley thing is from some silly sitcom from the late 80s, iirc)
There's ick every year, Pete. It's essentially impossible to get 40-60 very huggy people together in enclosed spaces for a weekend without at least one bringing the gift of infectious germs. And then the Outbreak happens.
I am, however, very disappointed in the antisceptic properties of gin, which failed me utterly this time around. Next year I'm trading sickness in for public embarrassment and going back to demon rum.