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[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.
Um... that's one way to get pussy?
Don't make me cry. Please.
So, how pathetic am I willing to seem, in the attempt to (a) make friends (b) scam some booty and (c) not be bored and home alone tonight? I fear I may have ALREADY crossed my "seeming pathetic to these people" threshold (see: "drunk" and "crying", separate weeks), and I told myself I would give up on the GILF, but...hrm.
GILFs are like that. It's the nature of the thing.
Put on your leather corset, it'll make you feel better.
Well, it might make you feel better. It'll deffinately make us feel better.
Drew, I just texted you a question from Jon and his DW.
BMC?
Bryn Mawr College
BMC?
Bryn Mawr College
I kept trying to make it Baldwin Wallace College, and couldn't get free enough of it to figure out what it really meant.
Oh! Hee!
No. That was pure Katherine Hepburn as well. I went to NYU.
Um, I accidentaly bought Rock Band on my dinner break.
Oh, you crazy kids.
ChiKat, I hope you're feeling better.
I snuggled the nephew lots today. It was fun. Also, a not-so-super-secret-project just neared completion today, and I am SO excited. I can't wait to share. But, you all have to wait until Friday!
Have you had that thing where they make you walk into a wee cubicle thingy and then you're suddenly blasted with a mysterious puff of air which identifies whether you've ever thought kindly of Islam, or whatever the hell it does?
I had to go through this once, a few years ago. I was working at a summer program, and the last day, I was assigned to accompany two 13-year-olds to the airport so they could fly home. Since they were under 14, I had to walk to the gate with them and wait there until the planes took off. BWI was testing those machines, and I was one of the ones randomly picked to be screened in it. I told them that I'm not actually getting on a plane, just walking some kids to the gate, but they insisted. Getting to the machine meant walking down this long hallway, away from the kids. One of the kids had, several times over the summer, demonstrated an "I don't need supervision -- I'm old enough to go wherever I want to on my own" mindset. I took several minutes to extract promises from both of them that they would wait RIGHT THERE and not move an inch until I got back before I went to get screened.
so what is this air puffy thing doing