Robin, we have a very similar futon in our tv room. I like the sofa!
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Any comments?You do not want this sofa. You want *me* to have this sofa. Unless there is more than one. And then you definitely want one. Man, I love Mission.
My sister's cell has a ringback tone for me. Boyz in the Hood. Hy.ster.i.cal.
Obviously, she has discovered the secret for getting me to call more often - hilarious shoutouts to days when we were old enough to know better, and just didn't give a damn. And had driver's licenses. And a map to Vegas. And our parents out of town. And Easy E on cassette.
Meep. Just finished writing a lease for Joe and I to sign! The end (of living with my parents) is nigh!
Holy Hand Grenade Batman! That's an awesome b-day gift!!!
:: does happydance for Miracleborns ::
Vortex, you should be fine with public transport and taxis. Chicago is a very walkable town.
I've only had black eyes when I got my nose broken for my nose job.
But all the other cities in America give you black eyes all the time, so come to Chicago, and walk safely down our streets.
(was I the only one who read this as one sentence at first pass?)
Kristin, I haven't seen Simpsons yet either. Or the new HP movie. Wanna do some flicks this weekend?
Aimee! and Joe! How exciting about your own place. Woo hoo!
Yay for Nueva Casa de Miracleborn!
Robin, I love the couch. But then, I have a subscription to American Bungalow ( not American Bunghole, you cornholing types).
Cornholing with alcohol (oh, feel free to quote me without greater context--my purity will shine through) is a great way to break the ice, since you're compelled to make every single vaguely relevant dirty joke.
I don't remember the names of the people I cornholed with (go on, be dirty), but I'll always be extra comfortable with them.
just can't stop laughing
Cornholing with alcohol (oh, feel free to quote me without greater context--my purity will shine through) is a great way to break the ice, since you're compelled to make every single vaguely relevant dirty joke.
What does it mean though-- I'm thinking it can't be what I am envisioning, because that would hurt like hell.
eta: If I were home, I would google it, but I'm at work, and it turns out I still have some semblance of work appropriateness left, which is just weird.
Oh, as usual, dear.
I know we say that a lot, but it seems especially appropriate right now.
Omnis, possibly, but I know we have plans Saturday and I think we may have plans Sunday as well.