I have woken up from my nap and am eating some cheese curds. Boy will I miss these when they're gone.
Much like Buffistas. Except Buffistas don't squeak when you bite them.
Umm...
Tara ,'First Date'
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.
I have woken up from my nap and am eating some cheese curds. Boy will I miss these when they're gone.
Much like Buffistas. Except Buffistas don't squeak when you bite them.
Umm...
Mmmm, cheese curds.
I got "cheese curds" on my way out of WI. They're not cheese curds. They're young cheese. Woe! I am hopeful that the Amish make them, so that I may get more.
Home and conscious again after HMOG long-ass drive yesterday. I miss all you people already!
ND, I hope all turns out well for your dad.
Except Buffistas don't squeak when you bite them.
I don't doubt that this theory was tested at the F2F (coughGOSSIPcough). But was it really and truly tested enough to disprove it once and for all? I think we need another F2F next weekend so we can really be sure.
I think we need another F2F next weekend so we can really be sure.Well, as long as it's for science...
"Victor C" -> "Vic-Torc" -> Torque
ME -> MM -> Java
Yes, but do you squeak ?
I still haven't heard any stories about frightening the natives....
Scene: Pancake Cafe, Saturday Morning
The Players: Buffistas and Wisconsin Natives
As ND walked past a couple at a table on his way to be seated for breakfast, the husband saw ND's Utilikilt and exclaimed to his wife, "What is that? Some kind of Brokeback Mountain shit?"
Scene: House on the Rock, Giant Ocean Room, Saturday Afternoon
The Players: Buffistas and Wisconsin Natives
The was a carved bust thingy of a very mannish looking woman on the wall that was topless. The breasts and nipples were VERY OBVIOUS in such a way as to be quite highlarious. As we stood beneath it, I noticed that whereever you moved, the VERY ERECT NIPPLES! followed you. Our laughter was suddenly interrupted by an older man, kind of pushing his wife through the throng saying, "Let us pass! Then you can oogle the breasts!!" After passing the group, he shook his head and gave an exasperated, "SHEESH!"