I want to go to the fair. But I hab a code. But it's a nice day. And the fair ends on Monday.
Me=Sad.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I want to go to the fair. But I hab a code. But it's a nice day. And the fair ends on Monday.
Me=Sad.
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sail. Which I meant to say earlier. Before I whined about being bit on the bum actually. But on my Maslow hierarchy, the Physiological steamrolled the Love/Belonging. Dumbass hierarchy. Your birthday is way more important than an itchy rump.
Hee, thank you, Cass! I like your hierarchy (it's all about meee!!)
happy birthday Sail
Poor Cass's bum.
Happy Birthday Sail!
It's your day, Sail. All about yooooooooouuuuuuuu!
Fanny has been cortisoned with script-strength stuff and I am thinking nap already. I've been awake over an hour, does that mean nap or just going back to sleep? Whatever it is? I wants it.
Hippo Birdies to Sail!
Happy Birthday, Sail!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAIL!!!