Tzepesh wins!
Baby, I'm a lover, not a fighter.
What you do with Juliana in a pool of Chambord is your business.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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Tzepesh wins!
Baby, I'm a lover, not a fighter.
What you do with Juliana in a pool of Chambord is your business.
::dies of the feline cutieheadbutting and is ded::
I got all misty-eyed. Dread Beastie would keep me company when I took baths, and would occasionally look over the edge of the tub to make sure I wasn't drowning. Trinian is scared of the tub and water in general, so has never been one to sit companionably with me at bathtime.
Tzepesh? I think I'm going to have to make sure he doesn't try and jump in.
What you do with Juliana in a pool of Chambord is your business.
Yep. Our archival footage with surround sound, but your business.
Tzepesh sounds delightful.
Baby, I'm a lover, not a fighter.
I think that's what he's bargaining on.
What you do with Juliana in a pool of Chambord is your business.
Ahem. I think, and I hope Trudy will agree with me, that a pool of Chambord would just be a waste of booze. Now, a pool of Jello and shots of whatever booze we want, I can get behind. Or in, as it were.
When is Teppy's birthday anyway? Why doesn't somebody keep track of these things?
Teppy has a birthday?
I think it's next month sometime? ::Shrug::
You are all DEAD to me.
You are all DEAD to me.
Are you coming to our funeral tomorrow? Let it be known that tomorrow is a day of grieving and black tragedy. It is by no means a day of celebration. All celebrations for tomorrow are cancelled outright!
Wait, someone named Teppy posts here?
This makes me unreasonably happy.
It sounds quite reasonable to me, Jilli. It sounds just perfect.
Along the lines that it's better late than never: {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Fay}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
And yeah, vw, on the not bad credit report. Also, you are not stupid even if you went to your appointment on the wrong day, and I'm glad it worked out for the best.
Ahem. I think, and I hope Trudy will agree with me, that a pool of Chambord would just be a waste of booze. Now, a pool of Jello and shots of whatever booze we want, I can get behind. Or in, as it were.
Jello has always seemed a little sticky, but I'll go for it if the assmbled will then supply us with an over-large shower stocked with Lush products.