:: blush :: (no, for real)
Way passed that, about 40 posts ago.
Just please PLEASE don't miss the bucket.
No problem: I really don't wanna give birth at this stage of life, and I hardly can even pass this thought my mind that sometime in the future I might do so. So pregnancy is kind of out of the question.
3) dude, the Army will get you back into shape, no problem
You don't have the slightest clue about army cooking, don't you? A hint: it's always oil with something. Sometimes it's oil with pasta. Sometimes it's oil with rice. But there's always tons of oil. And it never tastes good.
Now, to the burning question: omnis, who's gonna write us? And more importantly, who's gonna write my awesome foursome?
You know, there are so many words I've type today in here that I never thought I'll type. You guys are awesome.
And current pregnant Buffistas are even more awesome. But I'm not giving birth, at least for the foreseeable future. Unless they ruffied me too, and in that case, damn you taken fond foursome memories from me!
Now she's married with two kids
Tell me she's ugly now.
Else, I can photoshop foursome pictures with you (OK, I don't know any photoshop, but how hard can it be?).
Shir, there are plenty of awesome writers right here in B.org-world. Hell, maybe do a Wiki format, where everyone gets to dabble in the story, with you having executive editor control of what stays and what goes. Why not? Group sex, group writing!
You don't have the slightest clue about army cooking, don't you?
What about the running and jumping and climbing and stuff like Eddie Izzard talks about? You can eat my cooking. I go easy on the oil. Steamed rice and veggies. Although, the Lasagna is yummy and probably fattening, what with the ton of cheese and all.
Tell me she's ugly now.
Actually, she looks about the same. Her husband is showing the years tho. I don't recognize him, I don't think he went to school with us.
Group sex, group writing!
Mmmm. I like the way you talk. OK, I might just love the idea of having the power.
What about the running and jumping and climbing and stuff like Eddie Izzard talks about?
After bootcamp, that's gone for us, secretarial offices ladies.
Lasagna
Lasagna!
After bootcamp, that's gone for us, secretarial offices ladies.
What? How sexist is that! And then death by papercuts! What the.... wait a second. Secretarial, huh? So? like? out of harms way???
Lasagna!
That's what I'm talking about! Damn, now I'm hungry. Haven't eaten yet today. I'm going to make some brunch.
I was a reporter for IAF Journal. Biggest danger for me is to be sent to do reserve at... I don't know. It's up to IDF. Editing articles in my ex-base in Tel Aviv, best case scenario. It's the same IDF who managed to get me into this Don't Know If I'm On That List mess.
I'm going to make some brunch.
Take me to your leader! Want food too.
Take me to your leader! Want food too.
ya, Facebook sucked me in, still haven't started cooking. I confess, the brunch will involve bacon!
I confess, the brunch will involve bacon!
That's fine, you can have all the bacon you want to yourself.
I just made arrangements to go to DC to say goodbye to my uncle.
