YAY!
My whole life, I've never loved anything else.
Oz ,'Him'
F2F 4: Too Much Candy, Never Enough Mojitos.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
Aims - Jun 29, 2006 8:32:48 pm PDT #2968 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aims - Jun 29, 2006 8:33:18 pm PDT #2969 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
what exactly are you straining there?
Besides my bra?
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Jun 29, 2006 8:37:12 pm PDT #2970 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
and believability?
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Jun 29, 2006 8:38:22 pm PDT #2971 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
So... are you ready for some more?
I. Can't. Hear. You.
Aims - Jun 29, 2006 8:39:19 pm PDT #2972 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
GIVE ME MORE! GIVE ME MORE!! GIVE ME MORE WITH ME IN THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Polter-Cow - Jun 29, 2006 8:40:33 pm PDT #2973 of 10002
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Sweetie, come to Seattle, I have some work I want to discuss with you.
Does it involve procuring you more coffee?
I'm not ready for more. My fingers hurt.
Aims - Jun 29, 2006 8:41:14 pm PDT #2974 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
and believability?
weighs hands
Snarky comeback....more pictures
Snarky comeback...more pictures
More pictures, please!
Atropa - Jun 29, 2006 8:41:52 pm PDT #2975 of 10002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Does it involve procuring you more coffee?
Procuring more coffee, fetching me chocolate, smiting my enemies. You know, the usual.
Aims - Jun 29, 2006 8:42:22 pm PDT #2976 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
What will Pete do, then?
billytea - Jun 29, 2006 8:42:37 pm PDT #2977 of 10002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Procuring more coffee, fetching me chocolate, smiting my enemies. You know, the usual.
Ah, the three Cs. Coffee, chocolate and carnage. There should be a song.