Buffista RPS!
Hec looked deeply into Angus' eyes. "You've got the most fabulous cheekbones."
Xander ,'Get It Done'
A thread to discuss naming threads, board policy, new thread suggestions, and anything else that has to do with board administration and maintenance. Guaranteed to include lively debate and polls. Natter discouraged, but not deleted.
Current Stompy Feet: ita, Jon B, DXMachina, P.M. Marcontell, Liese S., amych
Buffista RPS!
Hec looked deeply into Angus' eyes. "You've got the most fabulous cheekbones."
Hey! Get yourself a room! Or a thread that's natter friendly!
Hey! Get yourself a room! Or a thread that's natter friendly!
Hec looked deeply into Angus' eyes. "You've got the most fabulous cheekbones. And I want you to endorse my voting methods for board changes."
Total left: $580.08
Jesse, that will never get us to Maui. Think big, be big, my friend.
Don't you turn 18 in a couple of months? Oh yeah, they raised the drinking age since I was reaching my majority. Have fun in college! With the Kool-Aid!
Psst. Go to university (not college) in Canada. ita and I recommend Montreal. IJS.
Or Britain. Or Continental Europe. Heck, in Holland everything's legal. Almost.
t /transparent attempt to lure more Buffistas East
If I get in at Dickinson, I will definitely spend at least a semester abroad. And most likely in England.
t /natter
t reminds self to bump up "getting stoned in an Amsterdam hash shop" on the list of life goals
[edit: Apology for nattering here -- I actually thought I was in the UnAmericans topic, where it would have been a bit more appropriate]
Were I to get Nattery here, which obviously I'm not going to, I'd be tempted to sing the praises of Dutch Chocolate. Which is not only defuckinglicious in and of its own right, but has also rendered someone (who obviously isn't me no siree bob) absolutely totally and utterly stoneder than a stoned thing covered in stones. In Estonia. Why yes, that stoned. Infinitely more stoned than smoking the occasional spliff had ever rendered her. Er. Or him. 'Cause this hypothetical chocolate-eating person could have been a him. What with the whole not-being-me.
Ahem.
t /Natter
Man. I fucking love you.