I demand 2d20 at the very least.
Ah, yes. I seem to have read the wrong column on the table. 2d20 indeed.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I demand 2d20 at the very least.
Ah, yes. I seem to have read the wrong column on the table. 2d20 indeed.
JZ has no kink?
I am spectacularly kinkless. The few times I've ever confessed my deepest, darkest, most unspeakably bent urges to a gentleman friend, the response has invariably been audibly rolled eyes.
Also, damn, now I'm desperately craving tiramasalata.
I am spectacularly kinkless.
I have assured her that her lack of perversion and wholesome - practically Swedish - approach to sex is not a detriment to our marriage.
um thanks.
I am spectacularly cranky all of a sudden. Just found out work is not complete on a project I have been told was DONE for weeks. GRR!
Also, damn, now I'm desperately craving tiramasalata.
Yum. Are you craving because it's under some freaky pregnancy-related seafood ban, or just because it's inconveniently not there?
work is not complete on a project I have been told was DONE for weeks. GRR!
What is wrong with people?
Projects are hell, man. Just hell.
Quick meeting, thankfully. Good roll of the dice.
wholesome - practically Swedish - approach to sex
The Swedish are kinkless? I didn't know this.
The Swedish are kinkless? I didn't know this.
Probably just in my imagination. They seem so darned wholesome about it. Not nearly repressed enought to build up a serious kink.
Inconveniently not here, and not easily accessible either. I may have to send Hec on a culinary expedition; I can think of a couple of places semi-nearby that probably have it, but right now I have about as much chance of successfully walking there and back as I have of walking to the moon.
Also, ew ew ew. I just looked closely at the computer keyboard I've been away from for over a month, and I'm almost positive there is a mouse turd crusted on the side of the J key. Which neatly solves the tiramasalata craving, as it's now entirely possible that I may never eat again.