We all know that Sean likes headcheese. We don't need an alien RFID for that.
*We* don't.
The aliens do.
[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.
We all know that Sean likes headcheese. We don't need an alien RFID for that.
*We* don't.
The aliens do.
Pandagon
Why does this sound like an eight-sided panda? Or a black-and-white geometric shape?
Either that or it's a new set of dice for RPGs.
Seventy more posts people! Let's get a move on!
Skipping way ahead because this made me excited for April all over again.
I didn't hear the tire pop at first because I was listening to David Allen Coe's "You Never Even Called Me by My Name."
Heh. Possibly Juliana's favorite country song. It's up there.
Wheee! I even know alternate lyrics that are dirrrrrty.
Soon I'm off for the airport to go to Columbus- where several cutie pie cute kids are kept... I'm going to visit 2 of 'em, Sean and Erin. AND it was my sister's birthday yesterday. I miss my sister like WHOA. I'm psyched to see 'em all.
C-bus will be welcoming you with temps in the mid-40's and some honest-to-goodness sunshine!
I think it is supposed to rain tomorrow though. But as long as it's somewhat warm, I'm OK with it.
(plots trips to Cracker Barrell and Wendy's)
(yes, I know we have those here but I pretend we don't and my cholesterol thanks me)
plots trips to Cracker Barrell and Wendy's
Graeters!
Graeters!
Yes!